G[E]randpa had a piano, it was built in 190[A]4
he bought it down from S[E]ydney town before the first world w[B]ar
He'd sit d[E]own and crack his knuckles, put his glasses on his h[A]ead
when he'd start to play the c[E]at would run and h[B]ide behind the b[E]ed
chorus
W[A]ell his right foot stomped the peddals
and l[E]eft foot stomped the floor
his wr[B]inkled hands would skip the keys that w[E]ouldn't play no more
he'd play [A]Onward Christian Soldiers
and the w[E]indow panes would s[A]hake
when the m[E]an of 87 played his o[B]ld 8[E]8
[E]The piano sat in the corner, on a sagging hardwood f[A]loor
on top was a frame I[E] made for him, with a picture of the L[B]ord
a [E]faded Baptist Hymnal took it's place above the k[A]eys
we'd take turns sitting b[E]y him, he'd n[B]od to turn the p[E]age
chorus
W[F#]ell the old piano's silent now it don't ring for joy no m[B]ore
except sometimes when the c[F#]at jumps down
when there's someone at the d[C#]oor
I [F#]can see him up in heaven, with a smile upon his f[B]ace
when God and all the A[F#]ngels, let him l[C#]ead amazing g[F#]race.
W[B]ell his right foot stomped the peddals
and l[F#]eft foot stomped the floor
his w[C#]rinkled hands would skip the keys that wo[F#]uldn't play no more
h[B]e'd play Onward Christian Soldiers
and the w[F#]indow panes would s[B]hake
w[F#]hen the man of 87 played his o[C#]ld 88[F#]
B F# C# B F# C#,F#
when the man of 87 played his old eighty eight.
he bought it down from S[E]ydney town before the first world w[B]ar
He'd sit d[E]own and crack his knuckles, put his glasses on his h[A]ead
when he'd start to play the c[E]at would run and h[B]ide behind the b[E]ed
chorus
W[A]ell his right foot stomped the peddals
and l[E]eft foot stomped the floor
his wr[B]inkled hands would skip the keys that w[E]ouldn't play no more
he'd play [A]Onward Christian Soldiers
and the w[E]indow panes would s[A]hake
when the m[E]an of 87 played his o[B]ld 8[E]8
[E]The piano sat in the corner, on a sagging hardwood f[A]loor
on top was a frame I[E] made for him, with a picture of the L[B]ord
a [E]faded Baptist Hymnal took it's place above the k[A]eys
we'd take turns sitting b[E]y him, he'd n[B]od to turn the p[E]age
chorus
W[F#]ell the old piano's silent now it don't ring for joy no m[B]ore
except sometimes when the c[F#]at jumps down
when there's someone at the d[C#]oor
I [F#]can see him up in heaven, with a smile upon his f[B]ace
when God and all the A[F#]ngels, let him l[C#]ead amazing g[F#]race.
W[B]ell his right foot stomped the peddals
and l[F#]eft foot stomped the floor
his w[C#]rinkled hands would skip the keys that wo[F#]uldn't play no more
h[B]e'd play Onward Christian Soldiers
and the w[F#]indow panes would s[B]hake
w[F#]hen the man of 87 played his o[C#]ld 88[F#]
B F# C# B F# C#,F#
when the man of 87 played his old eighty eight.
