Grandpa brought jazz into my heart.
Those rhythms pump through my veins
That song makes my soul sang
Grandpa brought jazz into my heart
Grandpa brought jazz into my soul
I shout from the mountain tops
We aren't going to take it no mo
Grandpa brought jazz into my soul
Grandpa brought jazz into my life
I use have pity parties when no one was around
Now I can't sit still, I have to paint the town
Grandpa brought jazz into my life
Grandpa brought jazz into my mind
Trying to impress but looking like a fool
Now without effort I just play it cool
Grandpa brought jazz into my mind
Grandpa brought jazz into my sight
Looking down all the time I use to miss a lot
Now I watch God and see the blessings I've got
Grandpa brought jazz into my sight
Grandpa brought jazz into my air
Use to hold my breath when I wanted to give up
Now I exhales out my problem cause I know I'm tough
Grandpa brought jazz into my air
Classy style with rhythm and blues wit
Life gave him lemons he did say awwhhhh ****
........ But never did he quit.
Fighting for the hope and dreams he had for us all
So no it wasn't easy but please believe me that
Jazz never left him, so it will never leave me
1 comments:
In french: Bravo! J'adore.
This is really beautiful and all the grandpas should read this.
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