Marvin Floyd

Those Old Photographs I pulled down the trap door, in the hallway, I climbed the stairs to my childhood, secret hiding place I finally opened that big old Trunk, it was always, in my way I’d been putting it off, ,but I knew, this was the day Right there on top , was my Daddy’s American Flag Folded, as they always do, on the day he passed.. Came home in a coffin, draped with the flag How he died….. no…. We never asked There’s my Daddy’s baseball glove, and his old 45 A black and white , in his plane, in some far off war Mom and Pop at the beach, love of the magic kind Photos of Grandpa and Grandmas, I’ve never known Chorus. Those old photographs, brings tears to my eyes, And this tattoo on my back, And I wear it with pride, It’s our family tree, there’s no skeletons to hide Just the knowing, whats in my veins, it ran in theirs Underneath, my Daddy’s flag, was a Civil war uniform Bloodstained, tattered and torn, it was Great, Great, Grandpa’s A dear John letter, I can feel the pain And a broken Purple Heart, we know who’s it was Now sit back, let yourself drift back Dig deep in that trunk, let yourself, go back in time Maybe you can see, Daddy and his plane And Grandpa in, that uniform with the blood stains Chorus It was Grandpa that got the dear John letter Like that broken Purple Heart, His heart was no better