Michael Jerling
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Grandpa's Ukulele
c1996 by Michael JerlingFrom the album In Another Life
I looked out at the morning I knew that I'd been robbed The driver's window broken Glass was on the ground I ran out the door Into the pale December sun Choking on my anger At the damage they had done The radio was stolen The toolbox and the spare tire And my Grandpa's ukulele Circa 1925 It was just a Sears&Roebuck It was not worth much at all I searched along the alley But I knew that it was gone And when I made my phone call The cops were not impressed It's probably drug related "You know we get a lot of this" Grandpa played his uke at parties Everyone would sing along My Dad danced on the kitchen table And he sang a little song I imagine him in short pants And Shirley Temple curls My Grandpa's ukulele Took me to a vanished world I look out at the morning And I know that I've been robbed Of my Grandpa's ukulele And my father's little song It was just a Sears&Roebuck It was nothing he could sell I hope that junkie plays the pig At a Luau down in hell
