My Grandpa farmed for a livin', content to live the simpler kind of life
My Grandma worked in the kitchen, awfully proud to be that farmer's wife
They used to say that they've got everything that they need, Each mornin' they wake up
Four walls, three words, two hearts, one love
Here I am, ring on my finger: Grandpa's little grandson, all grown up
With the highway twice as wide and the farmland sub-divided
It's good to know that some things never change
I'm still lovin' an I'm still livin', By those simple words of wisdom
Life an' love come down to just four things
My Grandpa, Lord knows, I miss him, an' the way that he and Grandma looked at life