» Grandpa Was In My Sandbox - DEMO - see video

Verse:    LITTLE RED BUCKET SITTING ON THE SAND

             LITTLE YELLOW SHOVEL IN GRANDPA’S HAND

             EMPTY THE BUCKET FILL IT UP AGAIN

             SCOOP SAND IN THE FUNNEL WATCH THE SANDWHEEL SPIN

             OH I WAS SO YOUNG THEN

             BUT I CAN STILL REMEMBER WHEN

Chorus:  GRANDPA WAS IN MY SANDBOX

             COVERING UP MY TOES

             ‘N EVEN WHEN I TOOK ALL THE TOYS

             HE’D KISS ME ON MY NOSE

             MAGIC WAS IN THE AIR

             AND CASTLES GREW EVERYWHERE

             AND ALL MY FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

             LEAD STRAIGHT TO THE HEART OF THAT OLD MAN

Verse:    GRANDPA’S POURING SAND FROM A SPRINKLE CAN

             LOOKS LIKE RAIN FALLIN’ IN MY HAND

             LIE DOWN ON MY BACK FLAP MY ARMS LIKE WINGS

             MAKE SAND ANGELS AND OTHER STRANGE THINGS

             MEMORIES REWIND IN MY MIND

             PLAYING PICTURES OF ALL THOSE TIMES

Chorus:  REPEAT

Bridge:   NOW I UNDERSTAND

             MY PAIL WAS FILLED WITH MORE THAN SAND WHEN

Chorus:  REPEAT

Tag:  LITTLE RED BUCKET SITTING ON THE SAND

         LITTLE YELLOW SHOVEL IN GRANDPA’S HAND

 

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