Granny had a recipe
she'd got it from her Pa
he'd got it from his Pappy
way back in Arkansas
It was a special kind of recipe
an olden kind of drink
t'would your face turn really red
and your eyes pop out and blink
Oh that drink was awful
that's what my Momma said
Pa would say, just loosen up
lets have one before we go to bed
Granny made it once a year
from a secret spot down in the woods
for if the revenuer's ever found it
they'd haul off all her goods
It was creamy smooth and mellow
and one drink was not enough
two drinks were one to many
for it sure was potent stuff
Poppa wouldn't let me taste it
he said it wasn't for the girls
he said t'would make me tipsy
and would straighten all my curls
Once Pa's hogs got in it
they found my Granny's stash
oh what a sight, those old drunk hogs
it really was a blast
Granny stored it all in bottles
and hid then underneath the barn
and she kept a big old ugly watch dog
for if some stranger came along
he'd set off wild alarms
Once the sheriff came to visit
cause he knew what Granny done
he told her if he ever caught he
she'd be jail house inmate number one
Granny poured the amber drink
just to quinch his thirst
then she laughed right in his face
and said, you got to catch me first
Late of a Saturday evenng
they'ed come a knock
on Grannys old back door
and someone would be there to buy a bottle
or maybe three or four
Granny's special recipe
she keeps under lock and key
and when she and Pa don't need it any more
t'will be handed down to me