Tyrone Wells - Carolina Blues lyrics

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