Dustin' off the cobwebs
On an old wood cigar box
My daddy's ole' grandaddy left
When he died and moved on
Fumblin' through the memories
Of my dad when he was young
Then all torn up at the bottom of the box
Was a note from my grandpa
He said, "Boy, love the good lord
And always treat your mama right
Work hard for what you earn
But it won't leave with this life
If you go searching then it's trouble
You might find
When the going gets tough
And you find yourself blue
You should always know
That the Man Upstairs and I
Will always love you
Was a young whippersnapper
Green in the ways of this world
Priorities all twisted
My mind hung up on girls
My old man was off at work
And left a long list of to do's
Followed up by a p.s. son
Here's something you should listen to
He said, "Boy, love the good lord
And always treat your mama right
Work hard for what you earn
But it won't leave with this life
If you go searching then it's trouble
You might find
When the going gets tough
And you find yourself blue
You should always know
That the Man Upstairs and I
Will always love you
By the day I'm growing older
And I pray down the road I might
Have a little man of my own
That I can fill with good advice
Never known my great grandaddy
But I'm sure he wouldn't mind
If I use the roots from his family tree
Just to help me raise up mine
And I'll say, "Boy, love the good lord
And always treat your mama right
Work hard for what you earn
But it won't leave with this life
If you go searching then it's trouble
You might find
When the going gets tough
And you find yourself blue
You should always know
That the Man Upstairs and I
Will always love you