“Crazy Grandma Ruth” ©2021 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall Many things you can’t escape Like destiny, luck, and fate Blue blazes, mountain tops Have no way to stop A quest, for understanding Many things you can’t escape Like anger, fear, and hate Turkey trots and dime-drops Orphan cries that never stop That old clock, from ticking That’s what she told me Crazy Grandma Ruth
Rocking on the porch Knitting up the truth
Some things you can’t escape Will knock you for a loop
Many things you can’t escape
Be polite and stay up late Grab your coat and tip your hat When phony smiles attack And steer you, toward the doorway Many things you can’t escape Jealous jerks and bold ingrates Who claim they have you in mind Then trick your sorry ass every time Before they, confiscate the skyway That’s what she told me
Crazy Grandma Ruth
The cushion on her rocking chair
Hides a money purse
Knitting needles flying Things could be worse
Many things you can’t escape
Like sleeping in and being late
Denying the sorry state
That everything, you touched
No longer matters Many things you can’t escape Old gripes, that relate
Empty hearts and closed minds Are exactly what you’ll find If you never, fall in love That’s what she told me
Crazy Grandma Ruth
Never make excuses
Cause this old world will fold you... That’s what she told me Crazy Grandma Ruth Rocking on the porch Knitting up the truth