| I was sittin' with him on his front porch swing
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| Soakin' up wisdom and Grandma’s sweet tea
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| Listenin' to his stories, man, he’d done it all
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| His tour in the Army and his wilder days
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| Raisin' my daddy and bailing his hay
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| He cut off a twist of tobacco, stuck it in his jaw
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| Cocked back his hat with a sideways grin
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| And gave me that old wink
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| He said, «I could tell you somethin'
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| 'Bout most anything»
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| «But don’t ask me 'bout a woman
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| All I know is, boy, they’re somethin'
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| They’re tender and they’re tough
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| Can break it down and lift you up»
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| «Don't ask me 'bout a woman
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| That’s some complicated stuff
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| They ain’t made to figure out
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| They’re just made to love»
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| He said, «Boy, I’ve lived nearly eighty years
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| There’s a lot of know how between these ears
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| But when it comes to your Grandma
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| I’m still your age»
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| «It took me a long, long time to learn
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| Lovin' a woman is full of left turns
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| The more they change
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| The more they stay the same»
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| «Son, it’s been that way
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| Since the beginnin' of time
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| We’re behind the wheel
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| But just along for the ride»
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| «But don’t ask me 'bout a woman
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| All I know is, boy, they’re somethin'
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| They’re tender and they’re tough
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| Can break it down and lift you up»
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| «Don't ask me 'bout a woman
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| That’s some complicated stuff
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| They ain’t made to figure out
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| They’re just made to love»
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| Fast forward ten years it’s Saturday night
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| She’s changed three times
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| Says her hair ain’t right
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| My mind reels back to the time and place
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| When I heard my Grandpa say
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| Don’t ask me about a woman
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| Boy, that’s some complicated stuff
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| They ain’t made to figure out
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| They’re just made to love
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| Now I know what he’s talkin' about
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| They’re just made to love |