Story Behind The Song

I've heard somewhere along the way, that universal subjects appeals to a lot of people. So, I thought, who has, or has a person they know that has that iconic trunk with memorabilia, photos, etc..much of it they don't recognize at all. So I developed the story into a song. Hope you can relate. Enjoy!

Lyrics

Those Old Photographs
Marvin Floyd
I pulled down the trap door, in the hallway,
I climbed the stairs to my childhood, secret hiding place
I finally opened that big old Trunk, it 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..
It was an empty coffin, 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, see their love over flowing
Photos of Grandmas and Grandpas, I've never known

Chorus. Those old photographs, brings tears to my eyes,
And this tattoo on my arm, I wear it with pride,
It's our family tree, there's no skeletons to hide
It's our family history , that 's been bonafide

Under 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 trunk, let yourself, 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 that broken Purple Heart, He was no better