My granddaddy left me his ol' shotgun
But guns ain't ever really been my thing
Me and him never really saw eye to eye
But there were few he was closer to than me

So much immeasurable distance between
Him and those who should've been his closest
But he had nobody but himself to blame
For all the words that were never spoken

But the man who I came to know in time
Wasn't quite the same man from his past
And thus I always found it so uncomfortable
To witness his sour relationship with my dad

While we also had our own share of problems
I'd like to think that the good outshined the bad
Even if that wasn't the God-honest truth of it all
I'm thankful to be part of the better times he had

It's funny the things you start to miss someday
Those painful situations you didn't want to face
Well I'd gladly go through the worst of them again
If one more time I could see my granddaddy's face

Truthfully, I don't think I'll ever use that ol' shotgun
But I'm still mighty glad to have it just lyin' around
So that maybe someday in the days of future past
To my own grandchild I too can pass it on down

My granddaddy left me his ol' shotgun
But guns ain't ever really been my thing
Nothing else to me did he leave behind
Except for the memories I carry within me

- 11/26/07 (originally started Feb 07)

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