Little Old Woman Lyrics
She didn't read the tabloid rags,
just Matthew, Mark and John,
times were hard on that little woman,
she had it hard as you could get,
widowed at just thirty two,
left all alone with, four little kids,
Times were tough way back then,
and steady jobs were few,
little old woman, did what she could do,
fatback and saw-mill gravy,
bout' all she had to feed her babies,
just a few lumps of coal to save em' from the cold,
And now you claim you've got it bad,
Gripin' bout things you can't have,
If she were here she show how to squeeze a dollar from a dime,
No time to worry, she just knew she had to last,
Long years later I got my own,
Little old woman long since gone,
Just hope enough of her is running through me,
She did not give up, she just gave out,
Long since earned a ticket, past the pearly gates,
And now you claim you've got it bad,
Gripin' bout things you can't have,
If she were here she show how to squeeze a dollar from a dime,
Little old woman just bowed here head and prayed,
David Lambert, 2007, BMI, ASCAP
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