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    1. My Grandma

    From the recording Long Way to Wander (2007)

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    My Grandma

    Scott Cook
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    my grandma's from Alabama, there
    after the letter 'v' comes 'dubya'
    and every time we play rummy, she says,
    "chile, I'm a-fixin' to whup ya" (and she usually does)
    going to the city school
    I was embarassed of my roots
    yet I never had enough
    to pull off the chaps or cowboy boots
    but the levels are all shifting now,
    it ain't about what's below and above ya

    working in the oil camps up north,
    it was cold and boring but the silences were big
    country boys and maritimers
    busted me up laughing but man, they were pigs
    two roughnecks got drunk one night
    and met some girls in town
    the road was iced and the truck
    went in the ditch when they came back around
    but they hotwired a Bobcat
    and drove drunk five miles an hour back to the rig

    some of my friends are out planting trees
    and other folks keep busy cutting them down
    and we all have our sympathies,
    the world mocks expectations all around
    but we can't carry old grudges,
    even if most of them are true
    by the same measure that you judge
    will it be measured against you
    the levels are all shifting now
    love the lost until they're found

    back home it was beautiful
    and effortless in the company of old friends
    we wiled away the weeks that way
    and got wilder on the weekends
    but I split from all that English
    and I turned from brown to green
    remembering the world
    outside of words and what they mean
    the story's getting wider now, let's
    take a look around here, not toward the end

    look back on the road,
    how is it that we've come this far?
    and how is it that we're so blessed
    to be exactly where we are?

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