Grandpa’s Spot

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Grandpa’s old Ford rattled down that gravel road Sun barely up, fog hanging low Coffee in a thermos, hot chocolate for me Can of worms on the seat in between He’d laugh and say, “Boy, slow down a lot Fish don’t bite when you’re making ‘em nervous” We’d spend all day talking ’bout life and such And I never knew just how much I was learning [Pre-Chorus] Sitting on that riverbank watching time go by Back then I thought we were just fishing [Chorus] There’s a bend in the river where the water slows down Just outside the edge of our little hometown An old wooden stump and a rope on a tree Still hanging there right where it used to be I’ve brought my best days and my worst days too To that little patch of river we always knew And every time life gets tangled up in knots I find my way back to Grandpa’s Spot [Verse 2] When Sarah left halfway through that summer I drove out there with my truck and my pride Sat on that bank till the stars came out Hearing Grandpa’s voice in the back of my mind “Son, some things leave and some things stay You can’t hold water in your hands anyway” Funny how the words I barely heard back then Made a whole lot more sense that day [Pre-Chorus] Looking at that river roll through the night Back then I finally started listening [Chorus] There’s a bend in the river where the water slows down Just outside the edge of our little hometown An old wooden stump and a rope on a tree Still hanging there right where it used to be I’ve brought my best days and my worst days too To that little patch of river we always knew And every time life gets tangled up in knots I find my way back to Grandpa’s Spot [Bridge] Now my little boy’s got a pole in his hand Throwing rocks where I used to stand Asking questions Grandpa once heard from me About fish and life and everything in between Last summer he asked me “Why do we always come down here?” I smiled and pointed at the water Said, “Because every answer I’ve ever needed Started right here.” [Final Chorus] There’s a bend in the river where the water slows down Just outside the edge of our little hometown That old wooden stump and that rope on a tree Now my grandson swings where I used to be And I’ve brought my best days and my worst days too To that little patch of river we always knew Some folks leave money, some leave farms and lots Mine left me everything in Grandpa’s Spot [Outro] The river keeps rolling The years don’t stop But part of him’s still waiting Down at Grandpa’s Spot