Carolina Blues
Tyrone Wells
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TYRONE WELLS
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Grandpa was a preacher
And he led the singing too
And Grandma used to yodel
And tell us what to do
And Grandpa drove a limousine
But just on Saturdays
And he’d tell the crying families
’Bout Jesus by the grave
And he was always smiling and whistling a tune
And Grandpa had the kindest eyes
Carolina blues
And once I knew this girl whose
Grandpa 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 Grandpa didn’t leave me money I could spend
I guess that he didn’t have much money in the end
But my grandpa was an honest man seeking after truth
And Grandpa 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 grandpa
He’s wearing worn out shoes
But he’s a man that I can trust
He always tells the truth
And now maybe Dad won’t leave me money I could spend
My guess is that he won’t have much money in the end
But my father is an honest man seeking after truth
Daddy got my grandpa’s eyes
Carolina blues
Carolina blues
Carolina blues
"Carolina Blues"
Written by Tyrone Wells
Performed by Tyrone Wells
Courtesy of True American Records/Position Music
Cue Sheet Info:
"Carolina Blues"
Artist - Tyrone Wells
Written by Tyrone Wells (ASCAP - 100%)
Published by Tyrone Wells Music (ASCAP - 100%)
