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(Pat Bunch/Doug Johnson)
Grady Johnson was a common man
Four children and some bottom land
Early to bed he said well that ain't me
I gotta spend some time with my family
Left to it's own device May becomes June
But children grow up way too soon
So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more
Mama Johnson was Grady's wife
She bore his children and she graced his life
Hand in hand and side by side
They worked hard to simplify
Some folks have and some have not
What really counts is what you do with what you've got
So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more
And more I think I understan
What my father's father meant
When he said son what matters most
You can count on just one hand
So love your neighbor as yourself
Don't use money to measure wealth
Trust in God but lock your door
Buy low sell high and slow dance more
Buy low sell high and slow dance more