Popaw Adventures — Garland Pryor (Official Lyric Video) | Soul & Blues

The bus lets out at three. Two blocks of sidewalk, a pocket full of rocks, one dandelion. Forty years he punched somebody's clock. Now he's somebody's Popaw. "Popaw Adventures" is an original soul-blues song about a retired man whose whole afternoon changes at three o'clock, when his little granddaughter comes running off the school bus and two blocks of sidewalk turn into twenty miles of adventure. No gold watch needed. He's getting paid in the best kind of smiles. 🎵 More songs by Garland Pryor:    • Garland Pryor — All Songs (Soul & Blues)   👨‍🔧 Songs for the Hardworking Dad:    • Songs for the Hardworking Dad — Garland Pr...   — Lyrics — The bus lets out at the corner at three Little sneakers come running at me One hand's already reaching up Backpack dragging, half a juice cup We ain't in a hurry, got nowhere to be Two blocks of sidewalk is plenty for me Pocket full of rocks, one dandelion Every crack in the ground's a mountain we climb Popaw adventures, that's what she calls it Walking two blocks like it's twenty miles My hand in hers, her eyes on everything And I'm getting paid in the best kind of smiles Forty years I punched somebody's clock Now I'm somebody's Popaw, and that beats it all Popaw adventures, that's what she calls it One buzz in my pocket, her mama sent a clip I grin at it twice, then I put it away Cause the real thing comes running at three Flour on her knees, a mess on the floor One minute wild, next she's laughing out the door Popaw adventures, that's what she calls it Walking two blocks like it's twenty miles My hand in hers, her eyes on everything And I'm getting paid in the best kind of smiles Forty years I punched somebody's clock Now I'm somebody's Popaw, and that beats it all Popaw adventures, that's what she calls it Don't need a gold watch on this arm Still, I'd never trade this sticky little grip She's up on my shoulders, counting the birds Pointing a finger at every one They told me retirement's a long sit down Well, I'm up and I'm walking all over town Pocket full of rocks, one dandelion Every crack in the ground's a mountain we climb Popaw adventures, that's what she calls it Walking two blocks like it's twenty miles My hand in hers, her eyes on everything And I'm getting paid in the best kind of smiles Forty years I punched somebody's clock Now I'm somebody's Popaw, and that beats it all Popaw adventures (Popaw adventures) That's what she calls it Popaw adventures, that's what she calls it Screen door bangs, her shoes hit the step "Popaw, come on" — well, I ain't done yet Garland Pryor is a fictional artist in an independently directed, AI-assisted music project. Music and visuals include AI-generated elements developed and edited under human creative direction. Lyrics drafted with AI assistance and chosen and edited by a human. #SoulBlues #BluesMusic #OriginalMusic