Grandpa's Chair - The Ghost of Paul Revere

That old tree, it creeks just like your chair

That old tree, it smells like autumns air

Blades of grass still frosted with dew

You came yesterday

Dinner’s ready, wash your hands

Come to the table

But don’t sit in Grandpa’s chair

Don’t sit in Grandpa’s Chair

Don’t sit in Grandpa’s Chair

Don’t sit in Grandpa’s Chair

That old house is much beyond repair

Sagging roof the beams they just wont bear

Blades of grass still frosted with dew

You came yesterday

Dinner’s ready, wash your hands

Come to the table

But don’t sit in Grandpa’s chair

Don’t sit in Grandpa’s Chair

Don’t sit in Grandpa’s Chair

Don’t sit in Grandpa’s Chair