CAPO: 4th fret
Gr[C]andpa had a piano, it was built in 1904[F]
he bought it down from S[C]ydney town before the first world w[G]ar
He'd sit d[C]own and crack his knuckles, put his glasses on his h[F]ead
when he'd start to play the c[C]at would run and h[G]ide behind the b[C]ed
[CHORUS]
W[F]ell, his right foot stomped the pedals
and l[C]eft foot stomped the floor
his wr[G]inkled hands would skip the keys that w[C]ouldn't play no more
he'd play [F]Onward Christian Soldiers
and the w[C]indow panes would s[F]hake
when the m[C]an of 87 played his o[G]ld 8[C]8
[C]The piano sat in the corner, on a sagging hardwood f[F]loor
on top was a frame I[C] made for him, with a picture of the L[G]ord
a [C]faded Baptist Hymnal took it's place above the k[F]eys
we'd take turns sitting b[C]y him, he'd n[G]od to turn the p[C]age
[CHORUS]
W[D]ell the old piano's silent now it don't ring for joy no [G]more
except sometimes when the c[D]at jumps down
when there's someone at the d[A]oor
I [D]can see him up in heaven, with a smile upon his [G]face
when God and all the A[D]ngels, let him [A]lead amazing[D] grace.
[CHORUS]
W[G]ell his right foot stomped the pedals
and l[D]eft foot stomped the floor
his w[A]rinkled hands would skip the keys that w[D]ouldn't play no more
h[G]e'd play Onward Christian Soldiers
and the w[D]indow panes would [G]shake
w[D]hen the man of 87 played his [A]old [D]88
w[G]hen the man of [D]87 played his [A]old[G] eighty ei[D]ght [A] [D]
Gr[C]andpa had a piano, it was built in 1904[F]
he bought it down from S[C]ydney town before the first world w[G]ar
He'd sit d[C]own and crack his knuckles, put his glasses on his h[F]ead
when he'd start to play the c[C]at would run and h[G]ide behind the b[C]ed
[CHORUS]
W[F]ell, his right foot stomped the pedals
and l[C]eft foot stomped the floor
his wr[G]inkled hands would skip the keys that w[C]ouldn't play no more
he'd play [F]Onward Christian Soldiers
and the w[C]indow panes would s[F]hake
when the m[C]an of 87 played his o[G]ld 8[C]8
[C]The piano sat in the corner, on a sagging hardwood f[F]loor
on top was a frame I[C] made for him, with a picture of the L[G]ord
a [C]faded Baptist Hymnal took it's place above the k[F]eys
we'd take turns sitting b[C]y him, he'd n[G]od to turn the p[C]age
[CHORUS]
W[D]ell the old piano's silent now it don't ring for joy no [G]more
except sometimes when the c[D]at jumps down
when there's someone at the d[A]oor
I [D]can see him up in heaven, with a smile upon his [G]face
when God and all the A[D]ngels, let him [A]lead amazing[D] grace.
[CHORUS]
W[G]ell his right foot stomped the pedals
and l[D]eft foot stomped the floor
his w[A]rinkled hands would skip the keys that w[D]ouldn't play no more
h[G]e'd play Onward Christian Soldiers
and the w[D]indow panes would [G]shake
w[D]hen the man of 87 played his [A]old [D]88
w[G]hen the man of [D]87 played his [A]old[G] eighty ei[D]ght [A] [D]
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