
Folkie
People are no damned good
My Grandmother’s Place
I recall clearly my Grandmother’s place
We would visit each year in July
Illinois cornfields and sun on my face
Watching the clouds cross the open blue sky
Well I’m looking for baseball and cool lemonade
Runnin’ barefoot down dusty dirt roads
Tryin’ to find me those warm summer days
That I left such a long time ago
Me and my cousin and his mutt of a dog
Would escape to the pond down the lane
Three fearless hunters of turtles and frogs
In search of adventure, pretenders to fame
Well I’m looking for baseball and cool lemonade
Runnin’ barefoot down dusty dirt roads
Tryin’ to find me those warm summer days
That I left such a long time ago
Bridge:
Darkness brought zillions of fireflies
Winkin’ in Grandma’s back yard
We’d chase ‘em and catch ‘em and watch how they’d shine
And wonder next day how they’d opened their jar
Any time livin’ is beatin’ me down
And I find I can’t keep up the pace
I take my mind back to that Illinois town
And walk down the years to my Grandmother’s place
I play me some baseball and drink lemonade
Run barefoot down dusty dirt roads
Everything’s easy at Grandmother’s place
It gets easier each time I go.
Yeah, everything’s easy at Grandmother’s place
It gets easier each time I go.
I recall clearly my Grandmother’s place
We would visit each year in July
Illinois cornfields and sun on my face
Watching the clouds cross the open blue sky
Well I’m looking for baseball and cool lemonade
Runnin’ barefoot down dusty dirt roads
Tryin’ to find me those warm summer days
That I left such a long time ago
Me and my cousin and his mutt of a dog
Would escape to the pond down the lane
Three fearless hunters of turtles and frogs
In search of adventure, pretenders to fame
Well I’m looking for baseball and cool lemonade
Runnin’ barefoot down dusty dirt roads
Tryin’ to find me those warm summer days
That I left such a long time ago
Bridge:
Darkness brought zillions of fireflies
Winkin’ in Grandma’s back yard
We’d chase ‘em and catch ‘em and watch how they’d shine
And wonder next day how they’d opened their jar
Any time livin’ is beatin’ me down
And I find I can’t keep up the pace
I take my mind back to that Illinois town
And walk down the years to my Grandmother’s place
I play me some baseball and drink lemonade
Run barefoot down dusty dirt roads
Everything’s easy at Grandmother’s place
It gets easier each time I go.
Yeah, everything’s easy at Grandmother’s place
It gets easier each time I go.