| Grandma burned the biscuits
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| Nearly took the house down with it
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| Now she’s in assisted livin'
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| We all knew that day would come
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| We knew she was too gone to drive
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| The day she parked on I-65
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| Found her on the shoulder cryin'
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| She didn’t know where she was
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| It’s like her mind just quit
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| Oh, but bring up grandpa
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| It’s like someone flipped a switch
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| A front porch light and blue Desoto
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| Couple of straws in a Coca-Cola
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| You could see it all goin' down
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| A handsome boy in army green
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| A tear on his face, down on a knee
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| Shaky voice, a diamond ring
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| She’ll put you in that town
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| Tomorrow she won’t remember what she did today
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| But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas 1948
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| She takes out his medals
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| A cigar box of letters
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| Sits and scatters pictures
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| Black and whites of days gone by
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| We started losin' her when she lost him
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| But to hear her carry on
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| You’d swear she’s seventeen again
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| Football games and leaves are cracklin'
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| Walking her home in his letter jacket
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| You could see it all goin' down
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| A perfect night on a front porch glider
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| Sayin' goodnight for the next three hours
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| Her tired eyes grow wide and bright
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| When she talks about that town
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| Tomorrow she won’t remember what she did today
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| But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas 1948
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| While the world is fading all around her
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| Sharin' a sundae at the counter
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| He’s goin' on and on about her
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| Bet she’s right there right now
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| Tomorrow she won’t remember what she did today
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| But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas 1948 |