Grandpa's Pocket Watch

Lyrics

Verse 1

Grandpa carried that old pocket watch
Every day inside his vest
Said, "A man's only late one time,"
Then he'd smile and do the rest

The gold had lost its shiny finish
The chain was worn and thin
But when he'd flip that old case open
You could hear where time had been

Chorus

Grandpa's pocket watch
Still keeps perfect time
Funny how the hands keep turning
Long after yours stopped winding mine

It ain't made of gold to me
It's every lesson that he taught
Every tick still sounds a little like...
Grandpa's pocket watch

Verse 2

He'd check the time before we'd leave
To go fishing on Highway Twelve
Then tuck it back inside his pocket
Like it belonged nowhere else

As a boy I never noticed
Why he held it with such care
Now I catch myself doing the same
And somehow he's still there

Chorus

Grandpa's pocket watch
Still keeps perfect time
Funny how the hands keep turning
Long after yours stopped winding mine

It ain't made of gold to me
It's every lesson that he taught
Every tick still sounds a little like...
Grandpa's pocket watch

Bridge

Now it rests inside my dresser
Till the days I need him most
I'll wind it up and hold it close
And swear I hear his voice

Sayin',
"Don't hurry through your life, son...
Time's already movin' fast."

Final Chorus

Grandpa's pocket watch
Now rides here with me
Not because it tells the hour
But because it tells my story

Someday I'll place it in young hands
And hope they understand
That what they're really holding...
Never came from gears or hands

It's every mile...
Every lesson...
Every laugh...
Every prayer...

All wrapped up inside...

Grandpa's pocket watch.