Grandpa Clocks Out

Somebody get that man a chair The good one — in the shade He's got peppermints and pocketknives And calluses older than my dad Built the deck we're standing on this evening With the same two hands that built everything we have Punch the clock one final time The whole family's in line — to say Grandpa's clocking out — raise 'em high The man who held the floor up gets to rest Three generations standing on your shoulders Tonight we're standing up for you instead Grandpa clocks out He taught my father how to hold a hammer Taught me to whistle through a blade of grass Slipped twenties into every graduation card Never let a hard year touch the rest of us Sixty years of someone else first Tonight, old man, you're first Grandpa's clocking out — raise 'em high The man who held the floor up gets to rest Three generations standing on your shoulders Tonight we're standing up for you instead Grandpa clocks out The littlest one just asked him "Grandpa, what's your job now?" He looked around the yard at all of us and said "This. This right here. That's the job now." Grandpa's clocking out — raise 'em high The man who held the floor up gets to rest Three generations standing on your shoulders Tonight we're standing up for you instead Grandpa clocks out Kick back, old man, the work is through Everything good here started with you