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Grandma Rudy

 I’m walking down to Grandma Rudy’s to

Help her make some rhubarb jam

She’s not really my real grandma

But she’s got ‘ritis in her hands and

She needs me to help her fill the jars

 

Grandma’s house is one street over

I make sure to look both ways

Mama just stares out the window

We think Daddy’s in L.A.

Grandma Rudy’s husband’s name was Lars

She needs me to help her fill the jars

 

Grandma’s waiting on her front porch

Her cat’s name is Mr. Blue

She says she can’t start without me

Making rhubarb jam takes two

Grandma Rudy’s glad I don’t live far

She needs me to help her fill the jars

 

I’m walking down to Grandma Rudy’s

Help her make some rhubarb jam

She’s not really my real grandma

But she’s got ‘ritis in her hands and

She needs me to help her fill the jars

She needs me to help her fill the jars

 

 

Stephanie Davis

Recluse Music (BMI)

(406) 326-2180