Adam Brand - Grandpa's (piano)

      
 
  E                                      A 
 Grandpa had a piano, it was built in 1904
                         E                                  B 
 he bought it down from Sydney town before the first world war
           E                                                   A  
 He'd sit down and crack his knuckles, put his glasses on his head
                              E                 B               E 
 when he'd start to play the cat would run and hide behind the bed
 chorus
  A                                     
 Well his right foot stomped the peddals
      E                         
 and left foot stomped the floor
       B                                      E                   
 his wrinkled hands would skip the keys that wouldn't play no more
           A                        
 he'd play Onward Christian Soldiers
          E                  A   
 and the window panes would shake
           E                    B   E 
 when the man of 87 played his old 88
 
 E                                                   A   
 The piano sat in the corner, on a sagging hardwood floor
                     E                                     B  
 on top was a frame I made for him, with a picture of the Lord
   E                                               A  
 a faded Baptist Hymnal took it's place above the keys
                          E            B               E  
 we'd take turns sitting by him, he'd nod to turn the page
 chorus
  F#                                                       B  
 Well the old piano's silent now it don't ring for joy no more
                            F#           
 except sometimes when the cat jumps down
                              C# 
 when there's someone at the door
   F#                                               B  
 I can see him up in heaven, with a smile upon his face
                       F#              C#           F#   
 when God and all the Angels, let him lead amazing grace.
 
 
  B                                     
 Well his right foot stomped the peddals
      F#                        
 and left foot stomped the floor
      C#                                       F#                 
 his wrinkled hands would skip the keys that wouldn't play no more
  B                                 
 he'd play Onward Christian Soldiers
          F#                 B   
 and the window panes would shake
  F#                            C#   F# 
 when the man of 87 played his old 88
 B F# C# B F# C#,F#
 when the man of 87 played his old eighty eight.