layin' on that swingin' bridge
Out at Grandpapa Nesbitt's house
through the creek and over the ridge
Laughin' out loud on that old bridge
us kids could make it swing
And we could hear comin' from the house
the old folks as they'd say
Throwing rocks to the water below,
I can hear amazing praises.
And I can picture Grandpappy sing
as the tears roll down his face.
He'd call us kids together,
knowing that we'd rather play.
There's no way he'd see us leave
without some time to pray
memories of how we used to break
Somehow deep inside my soul,
Trace us back to the day,
All us kids are married now,
with children of our own.
And each of us made the good Lord
the foundation of our home
And in my mind I often drive
To pray and sing amazing praise
Memories of how we used to pray
Somehow deep inside my soul,
all I have and all I know
But I know a trace back to
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