A Very Poignant Song!

In Color, by Jamey Johnson

My Family! I’m the dork on the rightūüėČ

I said Grandpa what’s this picture here

It’s all black and white, and it ain’t real clear

Is that you there, he said yeah, I was eleven

And times were tough, back in thirty-five

That’s me and Uncle Joe just tryin’ to survive

A cotton farm, in the Great Depression

And if it looks like we were scared to death

Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other

You should’ve seen it in color

This one here was taken overseas

In the middle of hell, in nineteen forty-three

In the winter time, you can almost see my breath

That was my tail gunner ole’ Johnny McGee

He was a high school teacher from New Orleans

And he had my back, right through the day we left

If it looks like we were scared to death

Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other

You should’ve seen it in color

A picture’s worth a thousand words

But you can’t see what those shades of gray keep covered

You should’ve seen it in color

And this one is my favorite one

This is me and grandma in the, summer sun

All dressed up, the day we said our vows

You can’t tell it here but it was hot that June

And that rose was red and her eyes were blue

And just look at that smile, I was so proud

That’s the story of my life

Right there in black and white

And if it looks like we were scared to death

Like a couple of kids just trying to save each other

You should’ve seen it in color

Yeah a picture’s worth a thousand words

But you can’t see what those shades of gray keep covered

You should’ve seen it in color

(Should’ve seen it in color)

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