She smoked in the house
Burnt holes in the couch
Lipstick-circled butts in the ashtray
She saved in Folgers cans
Swore credit was a scam

Bought everything at Sears on layaway

She was Ford over a Chevy
Pepsi over Coke
Country or western, Owens or Jones
That kitchen radio was playin´ loud

She smoked in the house
Wouldn´t throw nothin´ out
She´d cut the mold off cantaloupe and cheese
The Farmer´s Almanac
Told her when to plant
Petunias, potatoes and peas

She was never take a handout always stand up for the flag
Country and western, Loretta and Hag
That kitchen radio was singin´ loud

And I hate cigarettes
But I miss all that smoke
That my grandma blew
Back when I grew up
With her and that radio

She smoked in the house
She´d laughed and crush one out
Light another and put coffee in her cream
And it´s 1984
And I´m asking for one more
Story when I see her in my dreams