Gramma Needs Her Whiskey

Songwriter, Publishing & PRO
Words and Music by Marty Falle
Country Cool Music Nashville
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Gramma Needs Her Whiskey
(words and music Marty Falle)

Gramma needs her whiskey since Grampa passed away
She hides her jar in the kitchen. She stares at his backyard grave
He’s been gone near thirteen spring times, She knows how to kill the pain
Gramma needs her whiskey since Grampa passed away

She grew up poor in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky
Her Dad was a pure hillbilly, her Momma half Cherokee
Proud daughter of a miner until his dying day
She has a horseshoe hung in the bedroom to keep the bad dreams away.

Gramma needs her whiskey since Grampa passed away
She hides her jar in the kitchen. She stares at his backyard grave
He’s been gone near thirteen spring times, She knows how to kill the pain
Gramma needs her whiskey since Grampa passed away

They met at church one Sunday morn’ and were smitten right away
The Pentecoastal Preacher warned young Becky better stay away
But She got married to Grampa when she was just Seventeen
He built stills and he raced cars…ah ha…Gramma prayed and the children starved

Now…Gramma lives in a rundown trailer, the lights from the Wal-Mart glow
She found religion in the backwoods and claims it saved her soul
She Sells Quilts and Moonshine and rooster weathervanes
And plays a claw/ hammer banjo…To pass the time away

Gramma needs her whiskey since Grampa passed away
She hides her jar in the kitchen. She stares at his backyard grave
He’s been gone near thirteen spring times, She knows how to kill the pain
Gramma needs her whiskey since Grampa passed away