Carolina Blues Lyrics & Chords By Tyrone Wells

Grampa was a preacher
And he led the singin', too
Grandma used to yodel
And tell us what to do

Grampa drove a limousine
But just on Saturdays
And he'd tell the crying families
About Jesus by the grave

And he was always smiling
And whistlin' a tune
And Grampa had the kindest eyes
Carolina Blues

Once I knew this girl whose
Grampa was a millionaire
And when he kicked the bucket
She was the only heir

And he left her with everything
More than she could dream
Truckloads full of money
With a castle by the sea

But he was always lying
And selfish as could be
So he left her with empty words
And painful memories

Now Grampa didn't leave me
Money I could spend
I guess that he didn't have
Much money in the end

But my Grampa was an honest man
Seeking after Truth
And Grampa had the kindest eyes
Carolina Blues

. . .

Now Grandma had a daughter
And then she had two sons
And one became my father
When he and Ma were done

And I might be the richest man
To ever walk this earth
'Cause I was left with so much more
Than money could be worth

And my dad's just like my grampa
He's wearing worn out shoes
But he's a man that I can trust
He always tells the truth

Now maybe Dad won't leave me
Money I can spend
My guess is that he won't have
Much money in the end

But my father is an honest man
Seeking after truth
And Daddy got my grandpa's eyes
Carolina Blues

Carolina Blues

Carolina Blues