She Smoked in the House

She smoked in the house, burnt holes in the couch

Lipstick-circled butts in the ashtray

She saved in Folgers cans, swore credit was a scam

Bought everything at Sears on layaway

She was Ford over a Chevy

Pepsi over Coke

Country or Western, Owens or Jones

That kitchen radio was playin' loud

And she smoked in the house, wouldn't throw nothin' out

She'd cut the mold off cantaloupe and cheese

The Farmer's Almanac told her when to plant

Petunias, potatoes and peas

She was never take a handout, always stand up for the flag

Country and Western

Loretta and Hag

That kitchen radio was singin' loud

And I hate cigarettes

But I miss all that smoke

That my grandma blew

Back when I grew up with her and that radio

She smoked in the house, she'd laugh and crush one out

Light another, put coffee in her cream

And it's 1984 and I'm asking for one more

Story when I see her in my dreams