I can remember back down on the farm
when I was a child of under four
sitting on the porch or in the swing
and I would listen for hours to my granddaddy sing.
My mom and aunt Conn would harmonize
and like any kid my age the eyes were wide.
He'd sing the songs he'd make up in the field.
They never made much sense but to me they were real.
He'd sing blow the winds away
I ain't got long to stay blow the winds away make it another day.
I'll bet he wrote a thousand
such songs in his life
but never put them down thought they would try.
To me it was a high point of the day sitting
on the porch and hearing granddaddy sing.
He'd sing blow the winds away I ain't got long
to stay blow the winds away make it another day.
He died very happy a few years gone
but before he went I asked him for his songs.
He said son I'm gonna keep them here in my heart
cuz I'm going up sing to God on this my new start.
He'd sing blow the winds away I ain't got long to
stay here blow the winds away make it another day.
He'd sing blow the winds away I ain't
got long to stay here blow the winds away
make it another day.
He'd sing blow the winds away I ain't
got long to stay here blow the winds away
make it another day.