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  Granddad

  Not a true story. I never knew either of my grandfathers, but I'm pretty sure if
  either of them had been anything like this guy I would have heard about it. This
  song started with the first two lines; I had no idea where it would go after that. It
  took about a year for everything to fall into place. For a while, the second verse
  used Sandy Koufax instead of Perry Mason; I changed it because I didn't think most
  people would recognize the name. I sang it in a church once, and felt obliged to
  apologize in advance for the language at the end. Nobody seemed to mind.

  My parents - my real parents, not the characters in the song - are buried at
​  Arlington. My father had a military funeral, which is a stunning thing to witness.

Granddad - Tom Heany (c) 2016

One winter my granddad moved in with us.
I guess he was in between jails.
As old as the bank in the middle of town, and
Soft as a sack of nails.
He'd sit and drink beer in the living room
Rant about taxes and war.
He'd curse and he'd yell and he'd drink and complain,
And pound his cane on the floor.
Then he'd stop and say “God Bless America,”
Then he'd drink and he'd yell some more.

He ground us all down by Memorial Day
When Mama made Dad throw him out.
I asked, as he packed up his duffle bag,
What all of the noise was about.
He gathered himself for a minute
As Perry Mason might do
He said “How many people are there in this world
Who would give up their lives for you?”
I thought as hard as a 10 year old can
But I only came up with two.

Somehow he got us an automobile
And we drove through the Maryland sun
We passed through Bethesda at twelve fifteen,
And crossed the Potomac at one.
We ended our journey at Arlington
Where Robert E Lee used to stand
And the national graveyard is up on a hill
Watching over George Washington's land.
I'd never seen so many tombstones,
So I took my grandfather's hand.

We saw soldiers with guns and one with a bugle
and a family lost in pain
A folded flag in a young woman's arms -
you could tell she would never be the same.
Granddad said, “There are 400,000 here, row after row after row.
Each of them willing to die for a 10 year old boy they will never even know.
He said, “War is the stupidest thing in the world and it
Sometimes has to be done.
When all the bodies come home at the end
You can't always tell who's won.
You asked about all of the yelling.
You're wondering about all the beer.
I'm nearing the end of a long hard life
And my friends are all in here.”

He climbed to the seat of a little stone bench
and he smoothed his ragged gray hair.
He turned to his brothers and sisters in arms
Like he had invited them there.
Then he gathered himself, and opened his lungs
And blistered the sanctified air.

Chorus
    I won't pay for the president's limousine
   ​Or the goddamn vice president's beer
   When I pay my taxes on April 15
   Every goddamn penny goes here.
   You could boil the congress in oil
   And the whole blessed country would cheer
   I do what I want with the taxes I pay
   But all of my money goes here.

That was a really long time ago.
The old guy eventually passed.
He's there with his buddies in Arlington.
Thank God he's quiet at last.
I visit him every Memorial Day,
And I take my whole family there.
We gather ourselves by his tombstone
And look like a family in prayer.
Then like one legged soldiers with beer in our bellies
We blister the sanctified air.

Chorus
   I won't pay for the president's limousine
   Or the goddamn vice president's beer
   When I pay my taxes on April 15
   Every goddamn penny goes here.
   The Democrats and the Republicans
   They lie to us year after year – I say
   Screw them all, down to the last sorry bastard
   Ignorant self-absorbed criminal blowhards
   Life in a cesspool would be too damn good for them
   But I'm going to stop now before I get angry
   And pay my respects to the man and his comrades
   With expletives, outrage and beer
   I do what I want with the taxes I pay,
   And all of my money goes here.
   Every sacred penny goes here
   All of my money goes here.






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