Eric Hansen - In Grandpa's Eyes lyrics

In grandpa's eyes I see the struggles Of a simple man and all his troubles I see faint traces of past generations I see myself In grandpa's eyes Grandpa's hands were rough and callused They pounded steel for thirty years They built the trains for the Illinois central line The riders were safe In grandpa's hands On an august afternoon The white socks would play On a cheap transistor radio He'd listen to the game Cicadas all a buzz About a hundred and ten In the stifling heat grandpa would hope But the Sox would just lose again Grandpa's clothes smelled like camphor oil He'd mix a liniment In case one of us got sick He'd rub my grandma's legs She was in such pain again I'll never forget the smell of grandpa's clothes Sometimes after dinner we'd drive Down to Wolf Lake Grandpa loved the peacefulness of that time of day There we'd fish for perch ‘til the sun touched down over the oil refineries In grandpa's eyes I see the troubles Of a working man and all his struggles To raise a family During those depression years I shall always find Strength In grandpa's eyes I shall always find Strength and hope and love In grandpa's eyes