I wish that my Grandad was still here today
Cause I’d love to hear what he’d have to say
About three dollars and fifty-nine cents for a gallon of gas.
And I’d show him my wife and what I’ve done with my life,
And see if he liked all these songs that I write.
Oh, I wish I knew what he would think about the fact that
If you’re sixteen and pregnant, you’ll get on TV,
But yet we’re laying off school teachers fast as can be.
Oh, I wish I knew what he’d think about us now.
He’d probably ask me why the good ole’ US of A
Is so damn tied up in our foreign aid
When American farmers got to sell all the cows
To keep the bank from taking the house.
I wish I could write him in on my ballot for the next president.
Cause there’s men like John Wayne, Augustus McCrae, the Lone Ranger and his Indian friend,
But there will never be another man like him.
I’m glad that I’m not some big Hollywood star
Who thinks they have the right to go as far
As bitching about the hundred million dollars they make a year.
Cause’ there’s scars on my nuckles and sweat on my brow
And I know that Grandpa, he’d sure be proud
Of my little part that I’ve made to our family tree.
He’d probably ask me why people like Casey Anthony can get off Scott free
And why our taxes are still killing folks just like you and me.
Oh, I wish I knew what he’d think about us now.
He’d probably ask me why the good ole’ US of A
Is so damn tied up in our foreign aid
When the American farmers got to sell all the cows
To keep the bank from taking the house.
I wish I could write him in on my ballot for the next president.
Cause there’s men like John Wayne, Augustus McCrae, the Lone Ranger and his Indian friend,
But there will never be another man like him.
Yeah, there’s men like John Wayne, Augustus McCrae, the Lone Ranger and his Indian friend,
But there will never be another man like him.