Measure Twice
[Verse 1] He wore a faded blue cap, brim soft from the years, Railroad man, calloused hands, slow smile, no tears. Sunday mornings, eight o'clock, phone ringing right on time, Didn't matter what was broken — his voice would straighten mine. Out back he'd tend the smoker from the early morning dew, Ribs slow and easy, seasoned with something no one knew. [Chorus] Measure twice, cut once — that's what Robert always said, Not just words for the workshop, it was how he lived instead. He's the smoke still in the backyard, he's the call you still can hear, Grandpa wasn't just a story — he was Sunday, every year. [Verse 2] He kept an old CB radio out in the garage alone, Not going anywhere — just liked the voices coming home. Never needed much explaining, never needed to be loud, A quiet kind of giant underneath a summer cloud. The recipe went with him, yeah, that part stings the most, But kids, if you lean close enough, you'll still catch a ghost. [Chorus] Measure twice, cut once — that's what Robert always said, Not just words for the workshop, it was how he lived instead. He's the smoke still in the backyard, he's the call you still can hear, Grandpa wasn't just a story — he was Sunday, every year.