| My great grandma’s name was Selma Drye
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| Everybody tell me I got her hazel eyes
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| It turn Carolina blue when I cry
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| And that’s alright with me
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| She kept a 38 special and a can of snuff
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| In the pocket of her rip in case something came up
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| She grew up ragged and she grew up rough
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| The way she had been
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| I know so much she’d be proud of me
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| ‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
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| That didn’t hit the ground
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| And sit down in the mud
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| But she’s up in heaven raising hell
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| And if I can stand up by myself
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| It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
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| And when I die put me in the ground beside… Selma Drye
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| Folks round town, they said she was neat
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| But never saw the woman I’ve seen
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| Never even touched a washing machine
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| And hung everything on the line
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| Kept the peaches and her money in a can and jar
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| Never owned a TV or drove a car
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| That stuff don’t make you what you are
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| She used to say that all the time
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| I know so much she’d be proud of me
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| ‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
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| That didn’t hit the ground
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| And sit down in the mud
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| But she’s up in heaven raising hell
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| And if I can stand up by myself
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| It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
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| And when I die put me in the ground beside… Selma Drye
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| I still got her words of wisdom playing in my head
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| And her old beat-up Bible’s on my night stand by my bed
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| I know so much she’d be proud of me
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| ‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
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| That didn’t hit the ground
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| And sit down in the mud
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| But she’s up in heaven raising hell
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| And if I can stand up by myself
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| It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
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| And when I die put me in the ground beside…
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| When I die just put me in the ground beside… Selma Drye
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| Selma Drye… |