He wore starched white shirts, buttoned at the neck
And he'd sit in the shade, and watch the chickens peck
And his teeth were gone, but what the heck
I thought, that he walked, on water
Said he was a cowboy, when he was young
He could handle a rope, and he was good with a gun
And my mama's daddy was his oldest son
And I thought, that he walked, on water
And if the story's told, only heaven knows
But his hat seemed to me, like an old halo
And though his wings, they were never seen
I thought, that he walked, on water
Well he tied a cord, to the end of a mop
And said "Son, here's a pony, keep her at a trot."
And I'd ride in circles, while he laughed a lot
Then I'd flop down, beside him
And he was ninety years old in sixty-three
And I loved him and he loved me
And Lord, I cried the day he died
'Cause I thought, that he walked, on water
And if the story's told, only heaven knows
But his hat seemed to me, like an old halo
And though his wings, they were never seen
I thought, that he walked, on water
I thought, that he walked, on water