"Y'all come vist!" she called out.
We were gettin all packed up.
Three kids and me and Jesse
Coaxing that old pickup to turn over
Coughin' and sputterin'
And sweet-jezus complainin'
Like it was Grandma's hundredth again.
We'd been there for a spell and a half
And it was time to move on.
Back home to where the bugs were smaller
And the trees were shorter.
Where iced tea was made from powder.
And nobody wanted to leave, no-sir
Not us nor the kids.
'Specially when we heard "y'all come visit!"
Ringin' through that warm Tennessee night
From a smile that was whiter than an Elvis jumpsuit.
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