Grandma burned the biscuits
Nearly took the house down with it.
Now she´s in assisted livin´
We all knew that day would come.
We knew she was to gone to drive
The day she parked on I-65.
Found her on the shoulder cryin´
She didn´t know where she was.
Its like her mind just quit.
Oh but bring up grandpa- its like someone flipped a switch.

A front porch light and a blue Desota,
Couple a straws and a coca cola:
You can see it all goin´ down.
A handsome boy in army green
A tear on his face- down on a knee,
Shaky voice- a diamond ring should put you in that town.
Tomorrow she won´t remember what she did today,
But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas, 1948.

She takes out his medals,
A cigar box of letters.
Sits and scatters pictures,
Black and whites of days gone by.
We started losin´ her when she lost him,
But to hear her carry on you´d swear she´s seventeen again

Football games and leaves a´cracklin´
Walkin´ her home in his letter jacket,
You can see it all goin´ down.
A perfect night on a front porch glider,
Saying goodnight for the next 3 hours.
Her tired eyes glow wild and bright
When she talks about that town.
Tomorrow she won´t remember what she did today,
But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas 1948.

While the world is fading all around her
Sharin´ a sundae at the counter
He´s goin´ on and on about her
But she´s right there right now
Tomorrow she won´t remember what she did today
But just ask her about Ellsworth, Kansas 1948