(Verse)
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My great grandma’s name was Selma Drye
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Everybody tell me I got her hazel eyes
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It turn Carolina blue when I cry
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And that’s alright with me
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(Verse)
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She kept a 38 special and a can of snuff
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In the pocket of her rip in case something came up
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She grew up ragged and she grew up rough
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The way she had been
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(Chorus ? part 1)
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I know so much she’d be proud of me
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‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
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That didn’t hit the ground
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And sit down in the mud
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(Chorus ? part 2)
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But she’s up in heaven raising hell
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And if I can stand up by myself
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It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
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And when I die put me in the ground beside… Selma Drye
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(Verse)
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Folks round town, they said she was neat
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But never saw the woman I’ve seen
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Never even touched a washing machine
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And hung everything on the line
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(Verse)
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Kept the peaches and her money in a can and jar
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Never owned a TV or drove a car
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That stuff don’t make you what you are
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She used to say that all the time
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(Chorus ? part 1)
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I know so much she’d be proud of me
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‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
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That didn’t hit the ground
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And sit down in the mud
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(Chorus ? part 2)
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But she’s up in heaven raising hell
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And if I can stand up by myself
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It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
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And when I die put me in the ground beside… Selma Drye
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(Bridge)
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I still got her words of wisdom playing in my head
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And her old beat-up Bible’s on my night stand by my bed
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(Chorus ? part 1)
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I know so much she’d be proud of me
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‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
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That didn’t hit the ground
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And sit down in the mud
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(Chorus ? part 2)
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But she’s up in heaven raising hell
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And if I can stand up by myself
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It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
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And when I die put me in the ground beside…
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When I die just put me in the ground beside… Selma Drye
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Selma Drye…
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Selma Drye
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| Kellie Pickler |
