Grandma Velma and the Songs She Sang

*(Verse 1)*

Grandma Velma had hair like the autumn leaves,

A voice so sweet, it’d bring you to your knees.

She’d hum along with George Jones late at night,

In that little kitchen, under the pale porch light.

With every note, she’d sway and smile,

Taught me what country was all the while.

*(Chorus)*

Grandma Velma, you gave me this gift,

A love for the songs that make hearts shift.

From George Jones’ pain to a fiddle’s cry,

You taught me the meaning of a tear-stained sky.

Now I sing these songs with my band, Tennessee,

Carrying your love for country in me.

*(Verse 2)*

She’d tap her foot to “He Stopped Loving Her Today,”

Telling me stories of love lost and dismay.

Her hands were worn, but her heart was gold,

In every lyric, a lesson she told.

She said, “Country music’s not just a sound,

It’s a piece of your soul, a home you’ve found.”

*(Chorus)*

Grandma Velma, you gave me this gift,

A love for the songs that make hearts shift.

From George Jones’ pain to a fiddle’s cry,

You taught me the meaning of a tear-stained sky.

Now I sing these songs with my band, Tennessee,

Carrying your love for country in me.

*(Bridge)*

When I’m on that stage, I see her there,

Red hair shining, sitting in her rocking chair.

Every verse I sing, every string I strum,

I feel her spirit, and where I come from.

*(Chorus)*

Grandma Velma, you gave me this gift,

A love for the songs that make hearts shift.

From George Jones’ pain to a fiddle’s cry,

You taught me the meaning of a tear-stained sky.

Now I sing these songs with my band, Tennessee,

Carrying your love for country in me.

*(Outro)*

So here’s to the woman who showed me the way,

Her love for country still guides me today.

Grandma Velma, your spirit’s alive,

In every classic tune that helps me survive.