Lyrics

GRAMMA'S PURPLE FLOWERS

COPYRIGHT 1992 LARRY MANGUM

VERSE 1: DOWN A DIRT ROAD LINED WITH FENCE POSTS
AND A MILLION BLUE SLATE ROCKS
PAST THE BARBED WIRE HANGIN' LOOSELY
ON A PASTURE TIME FORGOT
WHERE THE ROAD DEAD ENDS, THERE'S AN OLD HOMEPLACE
THOUGH THE HOUSE IS LONG SINCE GONE
THE WISTERIA VINE FROM THE OLD FRONT PORCH
IS ALL THAT'S LEFT OF GRAMMA'S HOME

VERSE 2: JUST A SIMPLE COUNTRY FARMHOUSE
NOT A MANSION ON A HILL
JUST THE SIMPLE PLEASURES LIFE CAN BRING
LIKE HER EASTER DAFFADILS
OR A FISHIN' POLE AND A FISHIN' HOLE
THAT ONLY GRANDPA KNEW
LIKE A FLOOD OF PRECIOUS MEMORIES COME
WHEN HER PURPLE FLOWERS BLOOM

CHORUS: GRAMMA'S PURPLE FLOWERS ARE STILL BLOOMING
AND THE BOXWOOD THAT WE PLAYED IN
IS GROWING WILD AND FREE
THE CREAKING OF THAT OLD PORCH SWING
STILL ECHO?S IN MY BOYHOOD DREAM
WHEN GRAMMA?S PURPLE FLOWERS ARE (OR WERE) IN BLOOM
VERSE 3: I STILL TRAVEL DOWN THAT OLD DIRT ROAD
TO THE HOUSE WHERE I WAS RAISED
JUST A LITTLE WAYS FROM GRAMMA'S
TO MOM AND DADDY'S PLACE
ON THE FRONT PORCH THERE'S AN OLD WOOD SWING
AND A TWISTED VINE THAT BLOOM'S IN SPRING
AND THEY ROCK AWAY THEIR GOLDEN YEARS
WHEN THE PURPLE FLOWERS BLOOM

(REPEAT CHORUS)
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