Grampy's Pride

There was a gravel road behind our little house

And a blue-collar truck that could still haul out

Two tones shining under a coat of dust

Old Chevy steel and

a whole lot of trust

A bug shield up front caught the morning light With three proud

words saying what was right

He'd pat that hood and grin at me

Like that truck

and I were family

Grampy's pride, it never quit That old Silverado was built for it

Through mud, through rain,

through a hard day's ride

You couldn't stop Grampy's pride And when I got in trouble,

when I crossed that line He'd stand up tall and say,

"That boy's still mine" As tough as that truck rolling on down

the county side

You couldn't stop Grampy's pride

I came home late

with a busted lip

And a story that was starting to lose its grip

The whole town knew I'd done wrong that night

But Grampy pulled up

and he parked by my side

He didn't say I was innocent,

didn't say I was right He said,

"You'll face what you did when the morning gets light"

Then he put that old truck in gear real slow

And told me, "Son,

you're better than the road you chose"

Years have turned the paint to memory

And that old hood's not where it used to be

But I hear those tires on a backroad night And I feel

his hand on my shoulder tight

Some things bend,

some things break

But love like his

is a road that stays

Grampy's pride, it still rolls on

In every mile since he's been gone

Through every storm, through every changing tide

You can't stop Grampy's pride When I get in trouble,

when I lose my way I hear him standing up for me

again As tough as that Chevy,

with its head held high

You can't stop Grampy's pride

No, you can't stop Grampy's pride