I had just turned sixteen
When I learned how to drive
My whole life in front of me
I had nothing but time
With the open road and a tank of gas
I had one place to go down the willow drive
To see the purest soul
Right about now it's been three years
Since Grandma's been alone
She needs me now more than she ever did
Since Grandpa's down the road
So I pull on in to her driveway
And she's waiting at the door
With a smile across her face
That I'd never seen before and she said
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things
I found out about my neighbor too
She is a baptist small town gossip queen
And she'd tell it all to me
Sunday lunch with Grandma making memories
I was eighteen when I moved off to school
And Grandma was sad
We had made a routine full of love and food
Every weekend that had passed
On the Sundays that I couldn't come home
She'd call me everytime
With a brand new story about
The folks at church
And how they'd always sing too high
And she'd say
"Honey, I hate to bother you
But this damn TV remote
Can you tell me how to fix it, please
And then I'll let you go"
So I laugh and tell her what she needs
It was our running joke and I'd say
"Grandma, when I come home
I will see if it is broke" and she'd say
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things
I found out about my neighbor too
She is a baptist small town gossip queen
And she'd tell it all to me
Sunday lunch with Grandma making memories
I graduated school when I was twenty-two
And she was proud as could be
I had a girl I would marry
'Till our love grew wary
And one day she'd up and leave
And I cried a river of tears
And my Grandma cried too
'Cause she knew how much it hurt me
And that hurt her too she said
"I won't always be around
But don't ever let another
Woman bring you down
Baby, please never forget your worth
No woman on Earth could know
Just how good you are with a heart of gold
You're a man of some girl's dreams
But until the day she finds you
You come and grab a bite to eat"
So won't you
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the
Things I found out about Heaven
There's so much here to show you
I know you can't wait anymore
I miss Sunday lunches with Grandma
But now she's cooking for the Lord
Hey, Cord, how you doing, baby?
I just wanted to tell you I love you
And thank you for the supper last night
I love you, talk to you later
Don't work too hard bye, baby
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I had just turned sixteen
When I learned how to drive
My whole life in front of me
I had nothing but time
With the open road and a tank of gas
I had one place to go down the willow drive
To see the purest soul
Right about now it's been three years
Since Grandma's been alone
She needs me now more than she ever did
Since Grandpa's down the road
So I pull on in to her driveway
And she's waiting at the door
With a smile across her face
That I'd never seen before and she said
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things
I found out about my neighbor too
She is a baptist small town gossip queen
And she'd tell it all to me
Sunday lunch with Grandma making memories
I was eighteen when I moved off to school
And Grandma was sad
We had made a routine full of love and food
Every weekend that had passed
On the Sundays that I couldn't come home
She'd call me everytime
With a brand new story about
The folks at church
And how they'd always sing too high
And she'd say
"Honey, I hate to bother you
But this damn TV remote
Can you tell me how to fix it, please
And then I'll let you go"
So I laugh and tell her what she needs
It was our running joke and I'd say
"Grandma, when I come home
I will see if it is broke" and she'd say
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things
I found out about my neighbor too
She is a baptist small town gossip queen
And she'd tell it all to me
Sunday lunch with Grandma making memories
I graduated school when I was twenty-two
And she was proud as could be
I had a girl I would marry
'Till our love grew wary
And one day she'd up and leave
And I cried a river of tears
And my Grandma cried too
'Cause she knew how much it hurt me
And that hurt her too she said
"I won't always be around
But don't ever let another
Woman bring you down
Baby, please never forget your worth
No woman on Earth could know
Just how good you are with a heart of gold
You're a man of some girl's dreams
But until the day she finds you
You come and grab a bite to eat"
So won't you
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the
Things I found out about Heaven
There's so much here to show you
I know you can't wait anymore
I miss Sunday lunches with Grandma
But now she's cooking for the Lord
Hey, Cord, how you doing, baby?
I just wanted to tell you I love you
And thank you for the supper last night
I love you, talk to you later
Don't work too hard bye, baby
When I learned how to drive
My whole life in front of me
I had nothing but time
With the open road and a tank of gas
I had one place to go down the willow drive
To see the purest soul
Right about now it's been three years
Since Grandma's been alone
She needs me now more than she ever did
Since Grandpa's down the road
So I pull on in to her driveway
And she's waiting at the door
With a smile across her face
That I'd never seen before and she said
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things
I found out about my neighbor too
She is a baptist small town gossip queen
And she'd tell it all to me
Sunday lunch with Grandma making memories
I was eighteen when I moved off to school
And Grandma was sad
We had made a routine full of love and food
Every weekend that had passed
On the Sundays that I couldn't come home
She'd call me everytime
With a brand new story about
The folks at church
And how they'd always sing too high
And she'd say
"Honey, I hate to bother you
But this damn TV remote
Can you tell me how to fix it, please
And then I'll let you go"
So I laugh and tell her what she needs
It was our running joke and I'd say
"Grandma, when I come home
I will see if it is broke" and she'd say
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the things
I found out about my neighbor too
She is a baptist small town gossip queen
And she'd tell it all to me
Sunday lunch with Grandma making memories
I graduated school when I was twenty-two
And she was proud as could be
I had a girl I would marry
'Till our love grew wary
And one day she'd up and leave
And I cried a river of tears
And my Grandma cried too
'Cause she knew how much it hurt me
And that hurt her too she said
"I won't always be around
But don't ever let another
Woman bring you down
Baby, please never forget your worth
No woman on Earth could know
Just how good you are with a heart of gold
You're a man of some girl's dreams
But until the day she finds you
You come and grab a bite to eat"
So won't you
Come on in and sit on down
I'm frying this chicken until
It's nice and brown
And wait 'till I tell you about the
Things I found out about Heaven
There's so much here to show you
I know you can't wait anymore
I miss Sunday lunches with Grandma
But now she's cooking for the Lord
Hey, Cord, how you doing, baby?
I just wanted to tell you I love you
And thank you for the supper last night
I love you, talk to you later
Don't work too hard bye, baby