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Grandma Harp

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 20.09.2012

Grandma's maiden name was Zoan Villines
There's 90 years to tell about in a few short lines
Born in Newton County down in Arkansas
Then in nineteen-one she married Grandpa
We laid her soul to rest one Sunday mornin'
And everybody knew she'd done her part
Don't get set to hear no hidden family legend
Just a song about the life of Grandma Harp

(Spoken)
Just think about the times that she lived through
And think about the changing world she saw
Now somehow she reared a decent family out of poverty
And for 70 years she loved the same old Grandpa
To me, her passing brought a closing chapter
To a way of life that I love within my heart
I just mean to say I owe her something special
If just a song about the life of Grandma Harp

Grandma's maiden name was Zombelines
There's 90 years to tell about in a few short lines
Born in Newton County down in Arkansas
Then in nineteen-one she married Grandpa
We laid her soul to rest one Sunday mornin'
And everybody knew she'd done her part
Don't get set to hear no hidden family legend
Just a song about the life of Grandma Harp


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