Granddaddy’s Island

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Celeste Kellogg - Country

Granddaddy’s Island

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Randdaddy had an island, it was his own little piece of the world I used to spend my summers there, when I was just a little girl We used to sit on that old wooden bridge that he built with his own two hands He used to talk about grandma, and how they loved to dance And the river rolls and the seasons change And the memories fall like a summer's rain I can see his silver hair blowing in the breeze I can still see him standing there by the Crepe Myrtle trees I don't go there anymore I can see my handprints on his old wooden door There's a tear inside that's smilin' When I think about Granddaddy's Island He had a jack russel dog named Sarge, he thought he was in charge His bark was bigger than his bite, as he chased that old river barge That old windmill turned like an old 45 singing Johnny Cash, I walk the line That old song is still in my mind (yeah) And the river rolls and the seasons change And the memories fall like a summer's rain I can see his silver hair blowing in the breeze I can still see him standing there by the Crepe Myrtle trees I don't go there anymore I can see my handprints on his old wooden door There's a tear inside that's smilin' When I think about Granddaddy's Island I don't go there anymore I can see his silver hair blowing in the breeze I can still see him standing there by the Crepe Myrtle trees I don't go there anymore I can see my handprints on his old wooden door There's a tear inside that's smilin' When I think about Granddaddy's Island

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Credits

Writers
  • Celeste Kellogg
  • Andrew Lane
  • Kris Bergsnes