His eyes were so stern   His hands were so strong   But his heart, it was gentle   Even when you were wrong   He was a fighter as a boy   Best in the town   He worked every morning   In the mine he went down      So tell me Grandpa   Why do you look so sad   Tell me Grandpa   Why do you look so mad   The world, it isn't bad to you   It put you on your path   Tell me Grandpa   Can I follow in your tracks      Now Grandma she stays smiling   When she looks in your eyes   She still sees that young boy   She's loved all her life   Down on the pull press   Workin' hard night and day   Still believing in family   In the old fashioned way      So tell me Grandpa   Why do you look so sad   Tell me Grandpa   Why do you look so mad   The world, it isn't bad to you   It put you on your path   Tell me Grandpa   Can I follow in your tracks      Things that you taught me   Wood whistles you'd make   Well I'll always remember   Fishin' old Black Brooke lake   And old graceful can't talk now   But I know you can hear   My thoughts and my memories   You can find in my tears      So tell me Grandpa   Why did ya look so sad   Tell me Grandpa   Why did you look so mad   The world, it wasn't bad to you   To keep you on your path   Tell me Grandpa   Can I follow in your tracks   Tell me Grandpa   Can I follow in your tracks