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Lyrics
MY GRANDMA AND MY GRANDPA
WERE DIFFERENT AS NIGHT AND DAY
SHE MOVED LIKE A CYCLONE
HE MOVED AT HIS OWN PACE
AND IT ALWAYS MAD HER ANGRY
THE WAY HE ALWAYS TAGGED BEHIND
AND THE MORE SHE YELLED FOR HIM TO RUSH
THE MORE HE TOOK HIS TIME
THOSE FOLKS DOWN AT THE MARKET
COULDNT HELP BUT SMILE
HEARING MY GRANDMAS BICKERING
ECHOING ACROSS THREE AISLES
AND SEEING THAT OLD MAN PUSH HIS CART
WITH TINY CAUTIOUS STEPS
STOPPING NOW AND THEN TO WIPE HIS BROW, AND CURSING BENEATH HIS BREATH
HED SAID OLE GAL, IM RIGHT BEHIND YOU,
JUST KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON,
IM MOVING AS FAST AS I CAN,
HED SAID OLE GAL, BE A LITTLE BIT PATIENT,
IT MAY TAKE ME A LITTLE LONGER, BUT
ILL GET THERE IN THE END.
WELL THE QUESTION GOING AROUND OUR SMALL TOWN
WAS HOW DID THEY LAST SO LONG
IT SEEMS THEY WERE EITHER ARGUING OR JUST REFUSING TO TALK
BUT THEY DIDNT KNOW MY GRANDMA AND THE LOVE SHE HAD FOR HIM
AND THEY NEVER SAW THAT WHEN HE CURSED, HE ALWAYS HAD A GRIN
(REPEAT CHORUS)
WELL AFTER 50 YEARS OF MARRIAGE
THEY STARTED SHOOTING FOR 50 MORE
AND THEY NEARLY MIGHT HAVE MADE IT
BUT A BAD HEART CUT THINGS SHORT
AND IN A LONG BLACK DRESS SHE MADE HER WAY
TO SAY HIS SAD FAREWELL
FROM WHERE I STOOD, I SWORE I HEARD HER WHISPER TO HERSELF
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