Seventy-Five From Nineteen

Written By: Brent Beamer

My Grandma & Grandpa drink beer in their garage

They like to go out there and drink a few beers at their bar

I don't know what they talk about,

But it's got to be the years

They met when they were nineteen, and they've loved a lifetime

The stories from the hall make you teary-eyed

The stories of my Mama make me die inside

Lay a coaster on the bar & take a break

Their simple way of living is going away

They were nineteen in nineteen sixty-three

Grandpa drove a wrecker to make ends meet

They were living in a little house off Main Street

Been a lifetime, seventy-five from nineteen

75' on a jeep ride across the farm

A night when they were catfishing the Middle Fork

They say they don't know how they made it this far

There were some lean years in the 80's,

But Grandpa never saw another lady

That made him feel the way my Grandma did

Grandma never wanted to be held by another man

After fifty-six years there's still things they don't know

They know a lifetime of love and loss

They were nineteen in nineteen sixty-three

Grandpa drove a wrecker to make ends meet

They were living in a little house off Main Street

Been a lifetime, seventy-five from nineteen