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My Grandma Was A Hell-A-Va Man

She was 45 when grandpaw died, never did marry again
My ol' man ran off, mom lost her job and she took us in
Outhouse poor, but self-assured, old school top 'a the class
She could bake a pie, spit in yer eye or knock you right on your ass/back

(Chorus)
Taught me how to skin a deer
'N how to fish
To get myself back on a horse
'N not to quit
How to use my two fists
'N how to lend a hand
Aw, my grandma was a hell-a-va man

She read ev'ry page of ol' King James and made sure I did too
When we broke bread we bowed our heads and gave thanks for our food
She could swing an axe, throw back some Jack, fix a fence or a truck
I didn't get toys like other boys, but a got a whole lotta love

(Repeat chorus)

	She didn't look like nothin' special
	Never stood out in a crowd
	Life didn't give her medals
	But, she's my hero anyhow

(Repeat chorus)

Yea, my grandma was a hell-a-va man
Aw, a hell-a-va man


Copyright 2013 Pat Kelley and Bucky Jones