Grandma Loved That Old Man

My grandfather wore big suspenders A grey fedora hat, a shine on his shoes Tobacco stains on his chin, gin on his breath And starch in his shirt He always had change in his pockets A watch in his vest, tie-tacked to his chest His was crap-shootin' crazy A hungover, lazy, wrestling match fan I'll never forget how my grandma loved that old man He was a night watchman down on Canal Street A salty old bird, a man a few words He was Friday night vain, he walked with a cane Smoked Prince Albert in a can I'll never forget how my grandma loved that old man She was strong in her spirit, strong in her heart Loved that old man right from the start Sometimes I did wonder how much she could take She was pushed to the limit but she never did break Her life followed one simple plan, grandma loved that old man His tree trunks were whitewashed, sidewalks were clean Beer joints were crawling with Merchant Marines He went to his grave with a barber shop shave and his dice in his hand I'll never forget how my grandma loved that old man I'll never forget how my grandma loved that old man I'll never forget how much grandma loved that old man