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Grandpa's Pipe

I can still hear the creak of the front porch swing, See Grandpa sittin', just doin' his thing. He'd light that pipe as the sun went down, Talk 'bout the good times, just hangin' around. His hands were calloused, but his heart was kind, Taught me how to live, how to take my time. And every now and then, when the wind's just right, I swear I still smell Grandpa's pipe. I still smell Grandpa's pipe in the summer breeze, Like a ghost from the past, brings me to my knees. Memories linger like the smoke in the air, Takes me back to the days when he was there. Through the years, through the tears, I find, I still smell Grandpa's pipe from time to time. He’d tell me stories ‘bout the war and the farm, How to love a good woman, how to work with my arms. That Prince Albert in a can, burnin' slow and sweet, Mixed with his laughter, now that’s a beat. Sittin' by the fire, he'd hum a tune, 'Bout life’s hard lessons learned too soon. And even now, on a quiet night, I swear I still smell Grandpa's pipe. I still smell Grandpa's pipe in the summer breeze, Like a ghost from the past, brings me to my knees. Memories linger like the smoke in the air, Takes me back to the days when he was there. Through the years, through the tears, I find, I still smell Grandpa's pipe from time to time. Now the house is empty, but the love remains, In the cracks of the floor and the windowpanes. And every time I sit on that porch alone, It feels like Grandpa’s spirit’s come back home. I still smell Grandpa's pipe in the summer breeze, Like a ghost from the past, brings me to my knees. Memories linger like the smoke in the air, Takes me back to the days when he was there. Through the years, through the tears, I find, I still smell Grandpa's pipe from time to time. Yeah, through the years, through the tears, I find, I still smell Grandpa's pipe from time to time.