Grandad swoons some off key Willie and Johnny out of tune:

I learned quick what a mess a song can fix when life was shit, we hummed along to it and our problems went na, na, na, na, na, na, gone. That's how we got along, oh we got along. Oh I, got my soul from the ghosts that we're buried on, I get my love from the cemetery, I got my soul from the ghosts we're buried on.