He left one Tuesday morning
Didn't have any bills to pay.
Just the silver dollars in his pocket.
And the ring upon his finger.
Ann Arbor Grandfather.
Early on a Sunday morning
A deacon wipes the tar off his feet.
Drawing pictures during the sermon.
Oh yeah Grandfather, I think it's funny.
Ann Arbor Grandfather
There's a picture on a wall in Duluth.
Another Grandma has pa**ed away.
Her children rummage through her leavings.
They put them in new boxes,
And they put the new boxes in new attics.
Ann Arbor Grandfather.