Grandma's maiden name was Zombelines

There's ninety years to tell about in a few short lines

Born in Newton County down in Arkansas

Then in nineteen-one she married Grandpa

We laid her soul to rest one Sunday mornin'

And everybody knew she'd done her part

Don't get set to hear no hidden family legend

Just a song about the life of Grandma Harp

Just think about the times that she lived through

And think about the changing world she saw

Now somehow she reared a decent family out of poverty

And for seventy years she loved the same old Grandpa

To me, her passing brought a closing chapter

To a way of life that I love within my heart

I just mean to say I think we owe her something special

If just a song about the life of Grandma Harp

Grandma's maiden name was Zombelines

There's ninety years to tell about in a few short lines

Born in Newton County down in Arkansas

Then in nineteen-one she married Grandpa

We laid her soul to rest one Sunday mornin'

And everybody knew she'd done her part

Don't get set to hear no hidden family legend

Just a song about the life of Grandma Harp