Good Boy Jack

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I wrote this song about my Granddad.  You see when we were kids back on the farm, if you ever did anything to make Granddad proud he’d say “You’re a good boy Jack”. Now the funny thing was nobody in our family was ever named jack, but that didn’t seem to matter much.  One Christmas my Granddad passed away.  I realized then he never had the chance to say those words to me.

I was just a boy of fourteen/ Living on the family farm/ Watching and helping my Daddy and Granddad make some repairs on the barn/ We worked all day till the work was done/ Then Granddad stood beside his son and in his loving way/ I heard my Granddad say 

Chorus: You’re a good boy Jack/ You made your father proud/ Now where others might have given in/ You saw your job to the end/ Your father loves you so/ Don’t you know you’re a good boy Jack 

Now those days we spent with Granddad they seem so long ago/ For the Lord has had him as His guest for sev-eral years or so/ It hurt so much to see him leave for with him went my childhood dreams/ Of growing old one day just to hear my Granddad say 

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Now when my time on earth is done/ The Lord and I will journey on/ And with Him on that day/ I hope to hear my Heavenly Father say