Way down South, down a long dusty road There's an old round shackled house that nobody lives in anymore And if you walk down the hall and look You'll see an old grandfather's clock that don't run anymore It's silent now and it's covered up with spider webs That was my grandfather's clock and this song is a story of that clock My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf So it stood ninety years on the floor It was taller by half than the old man himself Though it weighed not a pennyweight more It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born And was always his treasure and pride And it stopped short, never to go again When the old man died My grandfather said that of those he could hire Not a servant so faithful he found For it wasted no time and it had but one desire At the close of the week to be wound And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face And its hands never hung by its side But it stopped short, never to go again When the old man died Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock It stopped short, never to go again When the old man died Well, it rang an alarm in the still of the night An alarm that for years had been dumb And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight That his hour for departure had come Still the clock kept its time with a soft and muffled chime As we silently stood by his side And it stopped short, never to go again When the old man died Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock And it stopped short, never to go again When the old man died And I've been thinking if someday I'm going down to my grandfather's old house And I'm gon' take that old clock and I'm gon' shine it up And I'm gon' to oil it up good and get it fixed up pretty And it'll keep time for me just like it did for my grandfather