Grandma's Got The Last Word

Christmas Motown Soul 1960s, ballad, sleigh bells, soulful female vocal

(Verse 1)
We pulled up to Grandma’s just past noon,
Tinsel on the porch and a wreath in bloom.
The cousins all loud, the music on high,
Uncle Rick already got that look in his eye.

Mama said “Hush,” but the gossip began,
Auntie talkin’ ‘bout her no-good man.
But before things boiled like the pot on the stove,
Grandma stood up in her Sunday robe.

(Chorus)
'Cause Grandma’s got the last word,
Don’t cross her line or you’ll get served.
With a look so sharp and a spoon in hand,
She’ll stop the drama with a single glance.
Grandma’s got the last word, yes indeed,
She’ll bless your heart then snatch your greed.
Keep your mess out her house today,
It’s Christmas y’all—let the Lord lead the way!

(Verse 2)
The kids run wild, the tree leans left,
Someone done drank up the eggnog shelf.
The ham’s burnin’ and the pie’s gone cold,
But Grandma’s peace don’t ever fold.

She hums a hymn, wipes her brow,
Tells us all to sit down now.
“Put down your toys and say your grace,
Ain’t no cap pistols shootin'  at my place.”

(Chorus)
Grandma’s got the last word,
Don’t test her tone or you'll get stirred.
She’ll turn that record to The Temptations,
Shut down your petty conversations.
Grandma’s got the last word, say Amen,
She’ll pray for you and check you again.
One eye on heaven, one eye on your plate,
You better pass the rolls before it’s too late.

(Bridge)
She’s seen hard times, raised a dozen,
Buried her husband, raised your cousin.
But she still shines like them lights on the roof,
And she’ll speak her mind with 100% truth.

(Verse 3)
So when the fire dies down and the night gets still,
She sips her tea on the windowsill.
And just when you thought you had the floor,
She’ll say one thing… and there ain’t no more.

(Chorus)
Grandma’s got the last word, always has,
She’ll stop your lies with a single jazz.
This house runs on love and greens and grit,
And Grandma’s spirit—that’s the gift.

(Outro)
So toast your cider, sing that hymn,
But don’t forget who keeps it in.
'Cause Grandma’s got the last word, y’all,
Every Christmas, spring, summer, and fall.

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(Verse 1) We pulled up to Grandma’s just past noon, Tinsel on the porch and a wreath in bloom. The cousins all loud, the music on high, Uncle Rick already got that look in his eye. Mama said “Hush,” but the gossip began, Auntie talkin’ ‘bout her no-good man. But before things boiled like the pot on the stove, Grandma stood up in her Sunday robe. (Chorus) 'Cause Grandma’s got the last word, Don’t cross her line or you’ll get served. With a look so sharp and a spoon in hand, She’ll stop the drama with a single glance. Grandma’s got the last word, yes indeed, She’ll bless your heart then snatch your greed. Keep your mess out her house today, It’s Christmas y’all—let the Lord lead the way! (Verse 2) The kids run wild, the tree leans left, Someone done drank up the eggnog shelf. The ham’s burnin’ and the pie’s gone cold, But Grandma’s peace don’t ever fold. She hums a hymn, wipes her brow, Tells us all to sit down now. “Put down your toys and say your grace, Ain’t no cap pistols shootin' at my place.” (Chorus) Grandma’s got the last word, Don’t test her tone or you'll get stirred. She’ll turn that record to The Temptations, Shut down your petty conversations. Grandma’s got the last word, say Amen, She’ll pray for you and check you again. One eye on heaven, one eye on your plate, You better pass the rolls before it’s too late. (Bridge) She’s seen hard times, raised a dozen, Buried her husband, raised your cousin. But she still shines like them lights on the roof, And she’ll speak her mind with 100% truth. (Verse 3) So when the fire dies down and the night gets still, She sips her tea on the windowsill. And just when you thought you had the floor, She’ll say one thing… and there ain’t no more. (Chorus) Grandma’s got the last word, always has, She’ll stop your lies with a single jazz. This house runs on love and greens and grit, And Grandma’s spirit—that’s the gift. (Outro) So toast your cider, sing that hymn, But don’t forget who keeps it in. 'Cause Grandma’s got the last word, y’all, Every Christmas, spring, summer, and fall.

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