Me and Grandma Slump

Her bust is flat, she's got no rouge,
Standin' by the range,
I feel I'm nearly starvin' for some beans.
Grandma stirs, the lid's back down,
Nothin' very strange,
No meal's fixed till she boils us up some greens.

I took my napkin out of my dirty flapped pajamas,
I was wipin' forks while Grandma set my plate,
Grandma said it's eatin' time, 'n she took her chair and I took mine
And we ate everything that Grandma made.
We washed it down with tea and lemonade.

Grandma's just another word for my own private cook,
And nothin', she gets nothin' 'cause it's free,
Eatin' good is easy, Lord, she doesn't need a book.
And what she cooks is good enough for me,
Good enough if I feel the need to eat.

In the morning she's out of bed, and at evening she's not done,
Yeah, Grandma keeps a pace I can't control,
Checkin' traps and cleanin' fish, in moonlight or by sun,
She cuts our wood and keeps me from the cold.
But somewhere in the forest, Lord, I guessed she slipped away,
She's lookin' for our home, and I hope she finds it.
'Cause I'm hungry and need a woman, and Grandma will have to do,
To be holdin' Grandma's cookin' to my lips...

Grandma's just another word for my own private cook,
And nothin', she gets nothin,' I said it's free,
Eatin' good is easy, Lord, she doesn't need a book.
And what she cooks is good enough for me,
Good enough if I feel the need to eat.