Simple Thing

 

My granddad came from the old school, where a handshake was fair,

And he’d been known to have an opinion or two that he felt obliged to share,

He had a way of cuttin’ to the chase and leavin’ the rest behind,

He’d say, son, it’s a simple thing, we’re each granted a handful of time.

 

So don’t get caught with your hands in your pockets,

When it’s your turn to grab the ring,

You can’t hit the ball from the fourteenth row, got to step up to the plate and swing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing.

 

My granddad was a church goin’ man, sang in the Sunday choir,

Made his livin’ by the skill of his hands as a handyman for hire,

He had a way of bringin’ out good in people he didn’t even know,

He’d say son, it’s a simple thing, do your best ‘til it’s time to go,

 

And don’t get caught with your hands in your pockets,

When it’s your turn to grab the ring,

You can’t hit the ball from the fourteenth row, got to step up to the plate and swing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing.

 

My granddad lived for 85 years, made the most of every one,

I can still recall those days, so I guess he still lives on,

Now I’m here with a boy of my own, who’s forever asking me why,

I say son, it’s a simple thing, we’re each granted a handful of time,

 

So don’t get caught with your hands in your pockets,

When it’s your turn to grab the ring,

You can’t hit the ball from the fourteenth row, got to step up to the plate and swing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing,

It’s a simple thing.