Text for song:
He was born in 1899 never been to a doctor in his life
And he smoked for the past sixty-two years and drank his share of moonshine
he's been cutting %u2026 wood in the Alabama swamp and farmin' since he was ten
And he can still saw a tree at '73 and I'm proud to be his kin
He used to take me huntin' in the Alabama woods
And fisihin' in the Pea river
My Grandpa Shephard's a wonderful man
And he had a lotta fun with his little grandson
We fed hogs gigged frogs and hunted with the dogs we really had a time
Whenever I was down at my Grandpa's house I always felt just fine
Folks down in that country help each other out whenever times are hard
I remember all the neighbors pickin' in the fields
And all eatin' dinner in the yard
And he'd take me huntin' in the Alabama woods
And fisihin' in the Pea river
My Grandpa Shephard was my idol of man
And he brought a lotta joy to his little grand boy
Well now I'm 23 and I still go see ol' Grandpa whenever I can
And he walks me round the place till I'm blue in the face a he's a hell of a man
He still knows how to shoot and he'll kick you with his boot
If he thinks you ain't doin' right
Then I see that smile come across his face
That's made me love him all my life
And we still go huntin' in the Alabama woods
Around Brundidge Troy and Josie
My Grandpa's Shephard's done offered me a can
And I'm proud when he calls me his grand man
Yeah I'm proud when he calls me his grand man