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Old 06-06-2016, 06:22 PM   #1 (permalink)
Steven Kibler
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Post Looking for lyric feedback....Country

I have been writing lyrics for about 20 years and decided to get some feedback on some.
This first one is a song I wrote about my grandfather.
I my be looking for some music collaboration also.

"That Chair"

His picture hangs upon my wall
In the livingroom and down the hall
He gave me all the wisdom he could spare
Summer weekends we spent fishin'
Sittin' by the pond just wishin'
Time flyin' by but we just didn't care
Fireflies that we were catchin'
Meant mosquito bites that we were scratchin'
And his late night stories gave me quite a scare
I'll always remember Grampa in that chair...

CHORUS:

That chair was made with Grampa's hands
He made it with specific plans
The day that he heard I was to be born
Crafted from the finest oak
Past his pipe and through the smoke
He seen every detail it adorned
Now all I can do is sit and stare
And remember all the memories of Grampa in that chair

Well he also taught me how to throw
Taught me all I'd need to know
Through me he tried correcting his mistakes
He bought me my first pocket knife
And we whittled to the facts of life
He seen me off when I went on my first dates
Oh our late night talks boy we were such a pair
I'll always remember Grampa in that chair

CHORUS:

That chair was made with Grampa's hands
He made it with specific plans
The day that he heard I was to be born
Crafted from the finest oak
Past his pipe and through the smoke
He seen every detail it adorned
Now all I can do is sit and stare
And remember all the memories of Grampa in that chair

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Well Grampa passed a year ago today
And the memories don't go away
I often find myself looking over to that chair
And yes I still see my Grampa sitting there...

CHORUS:

That chair was made with Grampa's hands
He made it with specific plans
The day that he heard I was to be born
Crafted from the finest oak
Past his pipe and through the smoke
He seen every detail it adorned
Now all I can do is sit and stare
And remember all the memories of Grampa in that chair

Yes I'll live by all the memories of Grampa in that chair

Copyright 2001 Steven L. Kibler
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