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Born in fifty-four
beneath the Iowa sky
Joined the Navy young,
learned to look you in the eye
Found his place in the dirt and the grease of the bay
A quiet mechanic
who worked hard every day
In August eighty-one, he took his darlin's hand
Built a family, deep roots in this land
A husband, a father,
a papa so true
And a great-grandpa
under heavens of blue
(oh, yes he is) He loved the quiet lake
and a line in the stream
Just a simple man livin' out a honest dream
With grease on his hands
and a heart full of grace
He brought the warmth of heaven
to this earthly place
In August eighty-one, he took his darlin's hand
Built a family, deep roots in this land
A husband, a father,
a papa so true
And a great-grandpa
under heavens of blue (praise the Lord)
Four generations
of a good man's name
No wealth of the world,
just love that remains (humm)