| Grandma had a garden in the backyard
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| She always had a way with things that grow
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| She’d be out there early in the springtime
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| Just as soon as she was sure it wouldn’t snow
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| She’d say I love to watch the seeds I’ve planted
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| Grow up into what they oughta be
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| Oh, I thought she was talking about tomatoes
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| She was talking about her family
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| Grandma’s garden grew up strong
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| Because she weeded out whatever could go wrong
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| She’d say the straight and narrow is the toughest road ahead
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| Just remember what you reap is what you sow
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| Grandma’s love is what gave Grandpa’s garden growth
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| I went to church last Sunday morn' to see what she’d attended sixty years
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| They asked me if I’d say some words about her
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| And I got up, fighting back the tears
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| I said I used to watch her rake the rocks out
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| And tie up every vine with love and care
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| That little peice of Grandma taught me some lessons
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| And without her I’d never have a friend
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| Grandma’s garden grew up strong
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| Cause' she weeded out whatever could go wrong
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| She’d say the straight and narrow is the toughest road ahead
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| Just remember what you reap is what you sow
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| Grandma’s love is what gave Grandpa’s garden growth
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| Grandma’s garden grew up strong
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| 'Cause she weeded out whatever could go wrong
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| She’d say the straight and narrow is the toughest road ahead
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| In the garden of The Father
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| Now she’s home
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| Grandma’s love is what gave Grandpa’s garden growth
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| Grandma’s love is what gave Grandpa’s garden growth |