Grandpa and me every week or so
We’d go walking down a country road
Looking for something
Others drove right past
Maybe they were late and they were dogging the throttle
Maybe they just didn’t notice the bottles
Shining like diamonds in the grass

We would pick them up and we’d cash ‘em in
He’d look at me and I’d look at him
And he’d say

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"Thrown away
can you believe the things they toss aside
and leave ‘em where they lay?
Oh, but they can be saved if you will take the time
And try to find the good along the way
Oh, what this world throws away"

Many years later when my age had doubled
I met a man and his name was trouble
He said, "Son, I’ll give you some advice
A family is fine and there’s a time you need them
But sure enough there will come a time to leave ‘em
You know you only get one life"

He was a lonely man without a single friend
He looked at me and I looked at him
And I said

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And maybe someday when the little ones have grown
I may have a grandchild of my own
And if I do I can promise you
One day we’ll walk down a country road

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