Let the rain fall down upon her Let her cry, for she's a lady Let her dream, she's a child She's a free and gentle flower growing wild She's faced the hardest times you could imagine And many times her eyes fought back the tears And when her youthful

On the journey of your life He was old school and overalls Tough as nails as I recall He fought a war and came back home Honest as the day was long And right before my grandpa died He looked me right straight in the eyes Said here's some words to get you

We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"