He left one Tuesday morning   Didn't have any bills to pay   Just the silver dollars in his pocket   And the ring upon his finger   Ann Arbor Grandfather      Early on a Sunday morning   A deacon wipes the tar off his feet   Drawing pictures during the sermon   Oh yeah, Grandfather, I think it's funny   Ann Arbor Grandfather      There's a picture on a wall in Duluth   Another grandma has passed away   Her children rummage through her leavings   They put them in new boxes   And they put the new boxes in new attics   Ann Arbor Grandfather