

(hummmmm) Eighty-one years on the clock
Sitting in his favorite chair on the porch
With a story for every single day
No matter what the papers say
Oh, Pawpaw,
you are our guide
With eighty-one years of love inside
Time keeps moving but your heart stays strong (stays strong)
Right here where you belong
He remembers when the roads were clay
Working hard to make his own way
Now his laugh is the sweetest sound around
With the deepest wisdom ever found
Through the winters and the summers Standing tall against the cold
There is a special kind of beauty In a story fully told
Oh, Pawpaw,
you are our guide
With eighty-one years of love inside
Time keeps moving but your heart stays strong (stays strong)
Right here where you belong
Eighty-one years...
Oh, Pawpaw (ahhhh)