Kurt Stevens - One More Game With Grandpa

Down here lookin' back at those Sundays with him
Still see his pontiac pull in the driveway, around eleven
I'd have a cold Miller waiting there, in the cupholder by his chair
The Giants were on tv,
wouldn't trade it for anything,
not even front row seats

I'd sneak him out of Heaven
If I could for just one day
Bring him back down to our living room
For a couple touchdown plays

Just three hours long
He'll be back home before Jesus knows he's gone
I'd do anything
For one more game
With Grandpa

I'd see that blue polo shirt, khaki shorts, new balance shoes he always wore
I'd hear his ol' one liners, “It ain't easy, rider”
We'd have a bowl of peanuts, there between us,
Pretend that he ain't ever leaving
I know how bad I'll miss him, so I'd soak up every minute


Have him tell me bout Heaven during halftime
cnd what it's like there on the other side
Give me one last hug goodbye, tell me it's alright
cnd He'll see me someday in overtime

I'd sneak him out of Heaven
If I could for just one day
Bring him back down to our living room
For a couple touchdown plays

Just three hours long
He'll be back home before Jesus knows he's gone
I'd do anything
For one more game with Grandpa

Written by:
BRIAN SCOTT ALEXANDER, KURT STEVENS, MARY KATHERINE KUTTER

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