Hey, hey, grandpa’s coming
Oh, not again!
Let’s ask him again, okay
No, I’m afraid
Well, we’ll ask him together
Okay

Won’t you tell me ‘bout the days of old
You were solid gold, you’d knock ‘em out cold
Won’t you tell us how you broke the mold
So big and bold, you were too tough to hold
I’ll tell you
It’s an ill wind, boy, that blew me here today
It’s a better wind, boy, that’ll blow me away
I can still hear my papa say, “I told you so”
But just like my papa, boy, I only teach what I know
Justice, I have searched for in vain
Fate, I’ve never understood that game
Happiness, slips through my fingertips
Anger, my daily companion

Stay away from my sword
Stay away from my gun
Stay away from my flag
You haven’t suffered like I’ve done
You’re right, we haven’t (Come on, let’s get out of here; Oh, something’s wrong)
You’re right, we haven’t (Kind of crazy; Grandpa, grandpa, we’ve got to go now)
Thank god, we haven’t (We’ve got to go now)
Lucky, so lucky!
We haven’t suffered like you’ve done (Bye Grandpa; bye Grandpa)
You’re right, we haven’t (Grandpa, we’ve got to go now)
It’s a better wind that will blow me away

Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002