From the recording Lady in the Moon

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Lyrics

Written by: Michael McNevin

She has her grandmas figure,
She has her grandmas hands
An hourglass between 'em,
And sixty years of sand

The yellow house on Tennyson, Was a bus ride through the hills
Depression glass and recollections, For Gramma's favorite girl

Strumming in the kitchen. On a catalog guitar
'You are my only sunshine ', And sipping brandy from a jar

She has her grandmas figure,
She has her grandmas hands
An hourglass between 'em,
And 60 years of sand

She flew the coop and left a husband, Sailin' ships until they wrecked
Dropped anchor in a dancehall, Turned her sails into an evening dress

She had a reputation for wild and gone astray
Despite the family's looks and warnings, Girl loved to see her anyway

The family came to reckon, With her jewelry clothes and things
Garage sale down on Tennyson, Friends and neighbors, next of kin

By the time her favorite girl arrived, Most everything was gone
Things unwanted worn or broken, Left in boxes on the lawn

Her tears were quiet but there she found, The catalog guitar
It was the only thing she wanted from all the stuff out in the yard

She has her Grandma's figure she has her Grandma's hands
An hourglass between 'em and sixty years of sand