I write this song, when I was locked up a few years back, for my grandad. Sadly he passed on while I was still inside, but thankfully mom mom n pops was there with him and he got the chance to at least hear the lyrics. It’s one of many songs I’ve written, but, without a doubt, the song I have the most pride in. Now these years later I’m behind the wheel just as my pops, and my grandad have done before me. Grandad went by the Handle Cornpicker, and honestly couldn’t be happier to be third.
