Grandma would say "you see that belt,
it's about to get dealt"
She would say "Don't make your daddy mad,
He'll tell me if you've been bad"
She'd say "do you see that belt on that hook"
"Now come write this phone number in my book"
And as her eyes got bad
She'd ask me to dial the phone real fast
"Give this money to your dad when you get home"
So I'd place it right where I had my pocket comb
She'd say 'You chi'ren keep your room clean"
When she said it tho' it never sounded mean
Her favorite saying was "Don't take no wooden nickels"
I remember sitting on the step eating sour pickles
I would help her write a letter
It's much too hard to forget her
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