Lyrics

On Grandma’s wall there’s a picture of the last family reunion
Between JKF and the Pope and her Billy’s first communion
Hasn’t slept in her bed since her Lou had The Big One
On her living room couch with her Bible and his shot gun
Made her famous fried chicken with a side of mash potato’s
They all fit in the kitchen with the game on the radio
Lou was telling stories about his time in Korea
Never fired his weapon - but he ate Kim Chi once
And some how there’d be a fight
Always about nothing
Hear them yelling in the night
Arguing about something
Like it happened last night
More to the truth it was three years ago
In a drawer by the stove is where he kept his whiskey
You’ll never see her drunk
But she replaces it weakly
You’ll find her in the kitchen with the gospel on the TV
With the sound turned up loud
And a picture you can’t see
Most noise that kitchen made in years
Had a house full of rooms
But they’d all sit in here
Big Lou told Grandma “Don’t love them boys too hard”
The oldest one’s in prison
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The young one’s in the graveyard
The middle child Billy got a skull like a bricks hard
That’s his Chevy and his pick up rusting out in the front yard
Was a Saturday Night
She thought she heard something
With a broken flash light and Lou’s loaded shotgun
She blew a hole through the night
And Billy lay dead in the yard