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(art comes in many forms!):
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Played a tambourine so well
Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
"Might be snakes there in that grass"
Soothed a local unwed mother
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Used to lift her face and tell her,
"Baby, Grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands"
Used to hand me piece of candy
Picked me up each time I fell
Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, "Matty don' you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn' drop no apple core"
But I don't have Grandma anymore
If I get to Heaven I'll look for
hands and a crappy torch - from this angle it makes me wonder if maybe I am a little too comfortable with getting my hands really close to the flame