| Grandma’s maiden name was Zona Villines
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| There’s ninety years to tell about in a few short lines
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| Born in Newton County down in Arkansas
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| Then in nineteen-one she married Grandpa
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| We laid her soul to rest one Sunday mornin'
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| And everybody knew she’d done her part
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| Don’t get set to hear no hidden family legend
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| Just a song about the life of Grandma Harp
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| Just think about the times that she lived through
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| And think about the changing world she saw
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| Now somehow she reared a decent family out of poverty
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| And for seventy years she loved the same old Grandpa
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| To me, her passing brought a closing chapter
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| To a way of life that I love within my heart
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| I just mean to say I think we owe her something special
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| If just a song about the life of Grandma Harp
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| Grandma’s maiden name was Zona Villines
|
| 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 |