Aaron Watson - Family Tree Lyrics
Sunday afternoon church potluckGeorge Jones blaring from my grandpa's truckGranny's fried chicken and her sweet teaNow that's a bittersweet memoryThe old tire swing where my little boys playWell, that was me only yesterdayDoing double back flips off the branch in the tankKissing on you and fishing from the bankWe've had some good times, got through the bad timesThe sound of laughter always covers up the sad timesStrong as an oak, solid as a hickoryThat's a love made in the shade of our family treePassed down from my granny and my grandpaMom and daddy kept it safe, kept it sturdy and tallSummers were hot, winters were longBut our roots were deep and our faith was strongNow some are gone, and some are all grownYou and me, baby, branched out on our ownWith every sunset comes another sunriseI can see my daddy in our little boys' eyesLost love once throughout the yearsRemember their smiles and dry those tearsCause they'll live on in your heart and mineSo let love grow like a country vineWe've had some good times, got through the bad timesThe sound of laughter always covers up the sad timesStrong as an oak, solid as a hickoryThat's a love made in the shade of our family treeMade in the shade of our family treeSunday afternoon church potluckGeorge Jones blaring from my grandpa's truckA family that prays togetherIs a family that stays togetherLove the Lord thy God and SaviorWith all your heart and love thy neighborA family that prays togetherIs a family that stays togetherLove the Lord thy God and SaviorWith all your heart and love thy neighbor
