Bones
Carson Beyer Lyrics

I walk down, to ole granddad’s grave
I visit my grandfather's grave

Under that oak, out by the lake
The grave is located under an oak tree by the lake

Written in stone, born in 45, died in 81, made it home alive from the Vietnam war
My grandfather's birth and death dates, and that he survived the Vietnam war, are engraved in the tombstone.

There’s smoke rising up, from a Marlboro and a loaded gun
There is smoke from a cigarette and a loaded gun nearby

Bloodshot eyes, whiskey bottle glass scattered in the grass still see his ghost walking through the land
I see the evidence of my grandfather's drinking and his ghost walking through the land

Ain’t no skeletons in his closet
My grandfather had no secrets or scandals

Ain’t a dollar buried in his pocket
My grandfather did not accumulate much wealth

Don’t know much about him but from what I’m told
I don't know much about him except for what I was told

Something in these bones, in the ground below
There is something significant in his bones buried in the ground

Tell ya where I’m from, tell ya where I’ll go
My grandfather's grave tells my origins and my eventual resting place

I can hear his voice, in the howling wind
I feel like I can hear my grandfather's voice in the howling wind

Truck still parked, just around the bend
My grandfather's truck is still parked nearby

Covered in rust, daddy used to say he was a crazy train, he’s a lot like me running through my veins
The truck is in a bad state and my father used to describe my grandfather as a crazy train, which I also possess similar traits of him

Got granny in a silver locket
I keep my granny in a silver locket as a memento

Worth more to me than a pile of gold
The silver locket is more valuable to me than piles of gold

These bones, buried six feet under
My grandfather's bones are buried six feet under

West Kentucky dirt it’s no damn wonder
The bones are in the West Kentucky dirt, it's no surprise

Got a lot to learn, plenty room to grow
I still have much to learn and much room to grow as a person

Into these bones, something I can’t ever leave behind, it’s running deep inside
There is something within me that is so deeply ingrained that I can never leave it behind

Of these bones, they make up every part of me
My grandfather's bones make up part of who I am

The good, the bad, the dark, the light, the ugly
My grandfather had good, bad, dark, light, and ugly parts of him, which I also possess

Like an outlaw always running, hit ya southpaw if ya had it coming
My grandfather was like an outlaw always running and was quick to hit someone with his left hand if they deserved it

It’s running outta him and pouring into me
I inherited some of my grandfather's traits

Let his walking do the talking, had a six string always rocking
My grandfather used to express himself through his walking and his guitar playing

He’s right here with me in every song
My grandfather's presence is felt in every song I play

Deep inside these bones, in the ground below
There is something deep within my grandfather's bones buried in the ground

This is where I’m from, and its where I’ll go
My grandfather's grave is where I come from and where I'll eventually end up

And where I stand, is where I’ll lay
I will also eventually be buried in the same place as my grandfather