AlanDP
Well-known member
This is an original that I wrote some time ago, but have never put on the Seasons before. This is a new recording of it, this time with some overdubbed harmonica. I thought our host might like the sentiment.
Grandpa had a bottle that he kept in his top drawer
Just an empty old pop bottle that he'd stopped up with a cork
Funny when you look back, people did the things they did
I didn't understand it as a kid
I never thought of Grandpa as the sentimental sort
He never seemed to smile too much, and his temper was a little short
But he liked to sit outside and read his True West magazine
And he always watched Bonanza on TV
He'd finish every day with a pipe on his back porch
Just an old Missouri Meerschaum packed with Carter Hall, of course
He'd wake up every morning and first thing, he'd make his bed
Then he'd shave and splash some Wildroot on his head
He took out the bottle one day when he was looking for his keys
He saw me looking at it, and he handed it down to me
A strange expression crossed his face, he put one hand on my head
He spoke quietly, and this is what he said
That bottle's full of air from back in 1965
When the barn was freshly painted and your Grandma was still alive
I had a brand new pickup and my overalls weren't too worn
I sealed it off the day that you were born
Grandpa passed with half a pint of Wildroot left to use
And his last old faded overalls were whiter than they were blue
He'd cleaned his old corncob and set it on his mantelpiece
And there were three bowls left of Carter Hall, at least
They asked me if there was anything of his I'd like to keep
I'd forgotten all about it, but then my memory took a leap
I said, There's an empty old pop bottle hidden back behind his socks
And I guess I could use his old radio clock
Yes, it's funny, when you look back, people did the things they did
I didn't understand it as a kid
Grandpa had a bottle that he kept in his top drawer
Just an empty old pop bottle that he'd stopped up with a cork
Funny when you look back, people did the things they did
I didn't understand it as a kid
I never thought of Grandpa as the sentimental sort
He never seemed to smile too much, and his temper was a little short
But he liked to sit outside and read his True West magazine
And he always watched Bonanza on TV
He'd finish every day with a pipe on his back porch
Just an old Missouri Meerschaum packed with Carter Hall, of course
He'd wake up every morning and first thing, he'd make his bed
Then he'd shave and splash some Wildroot on his head
He took out the bottle one day when he was looking for his keys
He saw me looking at it, and he handed it down to me
A strange expression crossed his face, he put one hand on my head
He spoke quietly, and this is what he said
That bottle's full of air from back in 1965
When the barn was freshly painted and your Grandma was still alive
I had a brand new pickup and my overalls weren't too worn
I sealed it off the day that you were born
Grandpa passed with half a pint of Wildroot left to use
And his last old faded overalls were whiter than they were blue
He'd cleaned his old corncob and set it on his mantelpiece
And there were three bowls left of Carter Hall, at least
They asked me if there was anything of his I'd like to keep
I'd forgotten all about it, but then my memory took a leap
I said, There's an empty old pop bottle hidden back behind his socks
And I guess I could use his old radio clock
Yes, it's funny, when you look back, people did the things they did
I didn't understand it as a kid