Selma Drye

My great grandma’s name was Selma Drye

Everybody tell me I got her hazel eyes

It turn Carolina blue when I cry

And that’s alright with me

She kept a 38 special and a can of snuff

In the pocket of her rip in case something came up

She grew up ragged and she grew up rough

The way she had been

I know so much she’d be proud of me

‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree

That didn’t hit the ground

And sit down in the mud

But she’s up in heaven raising hell

And if I can stand up by myself

It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood

And when I die put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye

Folks round town, they said she was neat

But never saw the woman I’ve seen

Never even touched a washing machine

And hung everything on the line

Kept the peaches and her money in a can and jar

Never owned a TV or drove a car

That stuff don’t make you what you are

She used to say that all the time

I know so much she’d be proud of me

‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree

That didn’t hit the ground

And sit down in the mud

But she’s up in heaven raising hell

And if I can stand up by myself

It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood

And when I die put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye

I still got her words of wisdom playing in my head

And her old beat-up Bible’s on my night stand by my bed

I know so much she’d be proud of me

‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree

That didn’t hit the ground

And sit down in the mud

But she’s up in heaven raising hell

And if I can stand up by myself

It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood

And when I die put me in the ground beside,

When I die just put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye

Selma Drye