Granny's Land

Time's a train that rolls on

People keep singing new songs

But my radio stays hooked on solid country gold

Old number seven and homemade wine

Barbed wire posts or a fishing line

I think about the simple life where my heart feels at home

I wanna go back to my granny's land

To the dirt that got worked by papa's two hands

Where the shade is cast by old oak trees

Over our honeybees

Where my mama and my daddy still live now

There's a small town crowd but there ain't no town

I cross that river every chance I can

Back to my granny's land

Papa teaching us how to press that clutch

I'm on the tractor, my brother's in that truck

Gotta make the next go round and work the day away

Praise the Lord with the rising sun

Eating deviled eggs when the work's all done

Telling stories of chapters gone and dreams we never chased

I wanna go back to my granny's land

To the dirt that got worked by papa's two hands

Where the shade is cast by old oak trees

Over our honeybees

If you ask me where I'm from, I'll say way out there

There's a sign says an ornery old goat lives here

Where the cotton is high and the family tree still stands

Back at my granny's land

Row, row, row your boat

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream

Those were the last words I said to her

When Jesus took home Betty Frease

I wanna go back to my granny's land

To the dirt that got worked by papa's two hands

Where the shade is cast by old oak trees

Over our honeybees

Where my mama and my daddy still live now

There's a small town crowd but there ain't no town

I cross that river every chance I can

Yeah, I cross that river every chance I can

Back to my granny's land

Back to my granny's land