More Like 32 – Cole Greenwalt

Lyrics of Cole Greenwalt – More Like 32

I got word grandad died I drove down to his worksite
He walked straight out that mine blowing coal dust out his nose
Dragging Ernest Bean he flashed his witty smile at me
Shook that fatal cave-in off just like the black filth on his clothes

He was a mighty muscle mass of a man I was proud to call him my grandad
He was a one-man picket line you wouldn’t wanna cross him anytime
He had two guns within his arms he’d scare you to death but never do you harm
He could pull his weight and your weight too Sixteen Tons? More like 32!

We buried him facing paradise the cave didn’t kill him it was his long life
Sang in choir that Sunday morning then met the lord on his front porch
Never seen so many hard men cry I can’t believe they shut down the mine
The company said he couldn’t be replaced but I knelt down and picked up his torch

He was a mighty muscle mass of a man I was proud to call him my grandad
He was a one-man picket line you wouldn’t wanna cross him anytime
He had two guns within his arms he’d scare you to death but never do you harm
He could pull his weight and your weight too Sixteen Tons? More like 32!

My family needed money, so I vowed to take his place and make him proud
The old-timers doubted me, but I swing the same arms and share his blood
I took every lesson he gave and carried it into that hole each day
When I pulled that 32 it was clear to them where I come from

I was a mighty muscle mass of a man I was tryna to be my grandad
I was a one-man picket line you wouldn’t wanna cross me anytime
I had two guns within my arms I’d scare you to death but never do you harm
I could pull my weight and your weight too Sixteen Tons? More like 32!