Slema Drye

My great grandma's name was Selma Drye
Everybody tells me I got her hazel eyes
They turn Carolina blue when I cry
And that's all right with me
She kept a 38 special and a can of snuff
In the pocket of her apron 'case somethin' came up
She grew up ragged, she grew up rough
The way she had to be
I know Selma, 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, raisin' hell
And if I can stand up for myself
It's 'cause her gunpowder's runnin' through my blood
And when I die, put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye
Folks round town, they said she was mean
But they never saw the woman I've seen
Never even touched a washing machine
And hung everything on the line
Kept her peaches and her money in a cannin' jar
Never owned a TV or drove a car
That stuff don't make you what you are
She'd say that all the time
I know Selma, 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, raisin' hell
And if I can stand up for myself
It's 'cause her gunpowder's runnin' through my blood
And when I die, put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye
I still got her words of wisdom playin' in my head
And her old beat up bible's on my nightstand by my bed
I know Selma, 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, raisin' hell
And if I can stand up for myself
It's 'cause her gunpowder's runnin' through my blood
And when I die, put me in the ground beside
When I die, just put me in the geound beside
Selma Drye
Selma Drye