That old Missouri farm Where grandma used to be Is always in my mind Sometimes it’s all I see So many years ago When I was just a kid I spent my summers there And very glad I did Now I’m getting kinda old She’s gone now with the Lord But when I close my eyes She comes back to the world And I see Cinnamin rolls, cookie jar, water in the fridge in an old glass jar, Buttermilk in a metal pail, Chickens, cows, and a bathroom scale Wooden spools, antique toys, always had time for the Cummins boys Sunday Mornings, off to church, gave us all a dime from her little purse. Now I’m getting kinda old She’s gone now with the Lord But when I close my eyes She comes back to the world And I see sitting on a pail, Milking her cow, cutting all our hair cause she sure knew how, Washing clothes in an big old tub, tucking in our covers with a smile of love. Grandpa sittin in a chair outside, Uncle Vic riding on his own dirtbike Dad sittin down at the kitchen table Linda playing songs on the old piano Now I’m getting kinda old She’s gone now with the Lord But when I close my eyes She comes back to the world And I see Little blue ford, driving to church Swerving from the dogs that were chasing her Chicken cooking in pressure cooker, little lemon drops that were made of sugar Garden all along the old fence line plenty of cookies ready all the time Sewing, cleaning, washing out the pails, Driving all around to garage sales at old Missouri farm Where grandma used to be Is always in my mind Sometimes it’s all I see So many years ago When I was just a kid I spent my summers there And very glad I did Now I’m getting kinda old She’s gone now with the Lord But when I close my eyes She comes back to the world And I see Cinnamin rolls, cookie jar, water in the fridge in an old glass jar, Buttermilk in a metal pail, Chickens, cows, and a bathroom scale Wooden spools, antique toys, always had time for the Cummins boys Sunday Mornings, off to church, gave us all a dime from her little purse. Now I’m getting kinda old She’s gone now with the Lord But when I close my eyes She comes back to the world And I see sitting on a pail, Milking her cow, cutting all our hair cause she sure knew how, Washing clothes in an big old tub, tucking in our covers with a smile of love. Grandpa sittin in a chair outside, Uncle Vic riding on his own dirtbike Dad sittin down at the kitchen table Linda playing songs on the old piano Now I’m getting kinda old She’s gone now with the Lord But when I close my eyes She comes back to the world And I see Little blue ford, driving to church Swerving from the dogs that were chasing her Chicken cooking in pressure cooker, little lemon drops that were made of sugar Garden all along the old fence line plenty of cookies ready all the time Sewing, cleaning, washing out the pails, Driving all around to garage sales That old Missouri farm Where grandma used to be

Grandma’s Farm