Once upon a little lovely time
In a remarkably uncharted town
Lives a poker-faced old troubadour
Can't say I've ever seen him frown
The children come a listen after school
Sit indian-legged there upon the grass
He sings a tune about a weathered farm
And a love that came to pass
And a love that came to pass
Sounds kinda like a story
My grandma told me years ago
Way back when the old troubadour
He graced the stage with many a name
Bought some threads and learned to party hard
He blew a kiss to every dame
He blew a kiss to every dame
Sounds kind of like a story
My granddad told me years ago
Dinner bell rings, The children run on home
He packs his pipe to have a quiet smoke
The troubadour, he's done singing songs for now
He ponders on the cosmic joke
He ponders on the cosmic joke
Sounds kind of like a story
My grandma told me years ago
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Once upon a little lovely time
In a remarkably uncharted town
Lives a poker-faced old troubadour
Can't say I've ever seen him frown
The children come a listen after school
Sit indian-legged there upon the grass
He sings a tune about a weathered farm
And a love that came to pass
And a love that came to pass
Sounds kinda like a story
My grandma told me years ago
Way back when the old troubadour
He graced the stage with many a name
Bought some threads and learned to party hard
He blew a kiss to every dame
He blew a kiss to every dame
Sounds kind of like a story
My granddad told me years ago
Dinner bell rings, The children run on home
He packs his pipe to have a quiet smoke
The troubadour, he's done singing songs for now
He ponders on the cosmic joke
He ponders on the cosmic joke
Sounds kind of like a story
My grandma told me years ago
In a remarkably uncharted town
Lives a poker-faced old troubadour
Can't say I've ever seen him frown
The children come a listen after school
Sit indian-legged there upon the grass
He sings a tune about a weathered farm
And a love that came to pass
And a love that came to pass
Sounds kinda like a story
My grandma told me years ago
Way back when the old troubadour
He graced the stage with many a name
Bought some threads and learned to party hard
He blew a kiss to every dame
He blew a kiss to every dame
Sounds kind of like a story
My granddad told me years ago
Dinner bell rings, The children run on home
He packs his pipe to have a quiet smoke
The troubadour, he's done singing songs for now
He ponders on the cosmic joke
He ponders on the cosmic joke
Sounds kind of like a story
My grandma told me years ago
Writer: Val Holler
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music