Текст песни Slema Drye - Kellie Pickler
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
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