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Sundays With Grandma

 

Sundays With Grandma

(album: Buried Alive - 2021)


I had just turned sixteen
When I learned how to drive
My whole life in front of me
I had nothing but time
With the open road and a tank of gas
I had one place to go
Down the willow drive
To see the purest soul
Right about now it's been three years
Since Grandma's been alone
She needs me now more than she ever did
Since Grandpa's down the road
So I pull on in to her driveway
And she's waiting at the door
With a smile across her face
That I'd never seen before
And she said—

Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until it's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things
I found out about my neighbor too
She is a baptist small town gossip queen
And she'd tell it all to me
Sunday lunch with Grandma
Making memories

I was eighteen when I moved off to school
And Grandma was sad
We had made a routine full of love and food
Every weekend that had passed
On the Sundays that I couldn't come home
She'd call me everytime
With a brand new story about the folks at church
And how they'd always sing too high
And she'd say
"Honey, I hate to bother you, but this damn TV remote
Can you tell me how to fix it, please, and then I'll let you go"
So I laugh and tell her what she needs
It was our running joke
And I'd say
"Grandma, when I come home
I will see if it is broke"
And she'd say—

Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until it's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things
I found out about my neighbor too
She is a baptist small town gossip queen
And she'd tell it all to me
Sunday lunch with Grandma
Making memories

I graduated school when I was twenty-two
And she was proud as could be
I had a girl I would marry
'Till our love grew wary
And one day she'd up and leave
And I cried a river of tears
And my Grandma cried too
'Cause she knew how much it hurt me
And that hurt her too
She said
"I won't always be around, but don't ever let another woman bring you down
Baby, please never forget your worth
No woman on Earth could know
Just how good you are with a heart of gold
You're a man of some girl's dreams
But until the day she finds you
You come and grab a bite to eat"
So won't you—

Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until it's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things I found out about Heaven
There's so much here to show you
I know you can't wait anymore
I miss Sunday lunches with Grandma
But now she's cooking for the Lord

Hey, Cord, how you doing, baby?
I just wanted to tell you I love you
And thank you for the supper last night
I love you, talk to you later
Don't work too hard
Bye, baby

done

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