GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK
Johnny Cash
Words and music by Henry Work
INTRO: Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
My grandfather's clock;@@ Was too large@@ for the shelf
So it stood @@ninety years @@on the floor
It was taller by half; @Than@ the old man himself
Though it weighed @@not a penny-weight more;
It was bought on the morn;@@ Of the day that he was born
And was always @@his treasure@ and pride
But it stopped@@ short @ never to go again
When @the old@@ man died.
Ninety years without slumbering
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)
His life seconds@ numbering
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)
It stopped @@short @@ never to go again
When @the old@@man@ died.
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant@@ so faithful he found
For it wasted no time@@@ and had but one desire
At the close of each week@@ to be wound
And it kept in its' place; @not a frown@ upon its' face
And its' hands@ never hung@@ by its side
But it @ stopped @@ short @never to go a gain
When @@the old man @@died.
It rang an a larm in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years @@had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit@@ was@@ pluming for flight
That his hour@ for departure@ had come.
Still the clock kept the time;@ with its' soft and muffled chimes
As we@@ proudly @@stood by his side
But it stopped @ short @ never to go a gain
When @the old man @ died.
Ninety years without slumbering
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)
His life seconds numbering
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)
It stopped @ short @never to go again
When @the old man@ died.
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!) (or Trad. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock)

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