Oodles of time, fish on the line. Great big smiling face with eyes that shine. Can't think of anyplace I'll rather be than, Visiting my Grandpa Joe. Corned beef on rye, and Gram's apple pie Picnic basket filled with sweet surprise I always eat too much and spoil my dinner Visiting my Grandpa Joe. It's an education, even on Saturday He can knot the clothesline ten thousand different ways Bucket of trout and figuring out What this country life is all about I always hate to go back to the city Visiting my Grandpa Joe. (Visiting my Grandpa Joe.) Sometimes he'll tell me stories of Dad as a little kid And how much he acted like me When he brought his first fish in. Sun on my head and wood in the shed Soft nights dreaming on a feather bed He always lets me stay up past my bedtime. Visiting my Grandpa How I love my Grandpa Joe.