Well my grandma she’s a hard woman,
she’s pure Southern Baptist to the bone.
And she’s had a life of hard living,
she’s had to fight for everything she owns.
She used to be a CPA,
doing other people’s taxes out by hand.
She don’t listen to a word I say,
she just goes ahead and does the things she’s planned.
You must understand,
I did not ask for this sewing machine,
my grandma sent it to me.
I know she wasn’t trying to be mean.
She just thought that I ought to learn to sew,
and I didn’t have the heart to tell her no.
And my grandma was a backwoods lady
till my grandpa came and took her far away.
She gave him love and two fine babies,
she stayed with him until his dying day.
My grandpa worked the Oklahoma oil fields.
When I think of him I think about his clothes,
and how they carried strong the smell of oil fields.
But my grandma never wrinkled up her nose,
she just washed his clothes.
I did not ask for this fluffy yellow dress.
My grandma made it for me,
she thought that it would suit me well,
I guess.
And tho I don’t hardly wear it much at all,
well I thanked her for it nicely when she called.
Sometimes I think I’m hearing things,
talking to this woman on the phone.
With a voice that sounds so much like my mother’s,
asking me, telling me to come on home,
don’t be alone.
I did not ask for this undying love.
My grandma gives it to me,
and I could never give her back enough.
And tho she thinks that she’s rarely on my mind,
the truth is that she’s with me all the time.