Grandma Harp

Let me tell you about a song that I wrote about my grandma

Now I guess the thing that I remember most about grandma was

Her pretty blue eyes and her trembling hands

As she served the best baked apple pie I'd ever ate

And it always amazed how 'til the age of seventy-five years

She personally raised her own black eyed peas and her own turnip greens

That the old corner market just couldn't match

But one day the old summer sun just got too much for her and she fell

And broke her hip and after that she seemed slowed down for awhile

But bless her heart, she lived to be ninety-three

And it was like she lived to see a thousand years of progress

From the horse was carried through two world wars

And the first man walked on the moon

But the times in which she lived was not what mattered

It was how she lived it and that made it all worthwhile

Grandma's maiden name was on the lines

There's ninety 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

Just think about the times that she lived through

And to think about the changing world she saw

Now somehow she reared a decent family out of poverty

And for seventy 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 think we owe her something special

If just a song about the life of Grandma Harp

Grandma's maiden name was on the lines

And there's ninety 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