Well I'm sitting on the front porch. Running down the steep steps. Here comes the boy, carrying the paper. Catch it in mid-air. Run back up the stairs.
[Chorus: ]. Grandmother. I know you've seen it all. Grandmother. I know you've seen it all. . I ain't nothing like the taste. Of a sweet, sweet blueberry pie.
gimme some lovin early in the morning. i just woke up with this appetite. come on, give me love in the morning light. . gimme some lovin early in the morning.
Way down south in Georgia. Close to Augusta GA. Down where the peach trees grow. Where Elvis Presley used to stay. On the Friday night. When the sun was low.
I'm your garbage man. Coming down the street. Kick your can, kick your can. Better get your butt down on the curb. And say hey to me. I'm by the liquor store.