Walking the Floor

My grandfather passed away on this date five years ago, and I have missed him every day ever since. He was rough as a cob, funny as the deuce, and as honest and loyal as a man could be. He was, to put it simply, a Texan of the grand old school. When he was a young man, he liked to listen to the music of the Texas Troubadour, Ernest Tubb. So here is a song for my grandfather on this twenty-fifth day of January.