Lyrics

Those Old Photographs

I pulled down the trap door, in the hallway,
I climbed the stairs to my secret, childhood hiding place
I finally opened that dusty Old Trunk, That was always, in my way
I'd been putting it off, ,but I knew this was the day

Right there on top , was my Daddy's American Flag
Folded, as they always do, on the day he passed..
Came home in a casket, draped with the flag
How he died..... no.... We never asked

There's my Daddy's baseball glove, and his old 45
A black and white , in his plane, in some far off war
Mom and Pop at the beach, you can see their love overflowing
Photos of Grandpa and Grandmas, I've never known

Chorus. Those old photographs, brought tears to my eyes,
And this tattoo on my chest, of our family tree? And I wear it with pride, no skeletons to hide
Just the knowing, Their blood runs thru my veins

Underneath, my Daddy's flag, was a Civil war uniform
Bloodstained, tattered and torn, it was Great, Great, Grandpa's
A dear John letter, I can feel the pain
And a broken Purple Heart, we know who's it was

Now sit back, let yourself drift back
Dig deep in that old trunk, go back in time
Maybe you can see, Daddy and his plane
And Grandpa in, that uniform with the blood stains

Chorus

It was Grandpa that got the dear John letter
Like his broken Purple Heart, His heart was no better