He wore starched white shirts, buttoned at the neck And he'd sit in the shade, and watch the chickens peck And his teeth were gone, but what the heck I thought, that he walked, on water Said he was a cowboy, when he was young He could handle a rope, and he was good with a gun And my mama's daddy was his oldest son And I thought, that he walked, on water And if the story's told, only heaven knows But his hat seemed to me, like an old halo And though his wings, they were never seen I thought, that he walked, on water Well he tied a cord, to the end of a mop And said "Son, here's a pony, keep her at a trot." And I'd ride in circles, while he laughed a lot Then I'd flop down, beside him And he was ninety years old in sixty-three And I loved him and he loved me And Lord, I cried the day he died 'Cause I thought, that he walked, on water And if the story's told, only heaven knows But his hat seemed to me, like an old halo And though his wings, they were never seen I thought, that he walked, on water I thought, that he walked, on water