Kellie Pickler Songs - Selma Drye Lyrics

Kellie Pickler - Selma Drye

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Album: The Woman I Am
Released: 2013

Selma Drye Lyrics

My great grandma’s name was Selma Drye
Everybody tell me I got her hazel eyes
It turn Carolina blue when I cry
And that’s alright with me

She kept a 38 special and a can of snuff
In the pocket of her rip in case something came up
She grew up ragged and she grew up rough
The way she had been

I know so much she’d be proud of me
‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
That didn’t hit the ground
And sit down in the mud

But she’s up in heaven raising hell
And if I can stand up by myself
It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
And when I die put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye

Folks round town, they said she was neat
But never saw the woman I’ve seen
Never even touched a washing machine
And hung everything on the line

Kept the peaches and her money in a can and jar
Never owned a TV or drove a car
That stuff don’t make you what you are
She used to say that all the time

I know so much she’d be proud of me
‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
That didn’t hit the ground
And sit down in the mud

But she’s up in heaven raising hell
And if I can stand up by myself
It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
And when I die put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye

I still got her words of wisdom playing in my head
And her old beat-up Bible’s on my night stand by my bed

I know so much she’d be proud of me
‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
That didn’t hit the ground
And sit down in the mud

But she’s up in heaven raising hell
And if I can stand up by myself
It’s ‘cause her gunpowder’s running through my blood
And when I die put me in the ground beside,
When I die just put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye

Selma Drye

Writer/s: KELLIE PICKLER, BILLY MONTANA, PHILLIP LAMMONDS
Publisher: MIKE CURB MUSIC
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Selma Drye

Kellie Pickler pays tribute to her great-grandmother on this song. "She was a spitfire," Pickler recalled. "She lived in this little trailer in front of [my grandparents' house] for over 40 years. She never drove a car, never had a driver's license - that was the devil. She was just a strong woman and that song is really about her and her generation of women, and how they were raised."

Pickler penned this great-grandma love letter with Billy Montana and Phillip Lammonds. She told Billboard magazine that she feels the lyrics captured the essence of who Granny Selma was. "I was just describing her," she said. "She lived in front of us, and she was a pistol – your stereotypical hillbilly granny. I was so intrigued by her. She had a pistol and an apron, and kept a can of snuff in her apron. She never had a drivers license or had a car – it was the devil. She never put her money in the bank – it was the devil. She was very old fashioned and stuck in her ways. In some ways, it was beautiful. She never conformed to the ways of the world. She kept all of her money in canning jars, washed her clothes in the sink and hung them up on the line. She was very much old school, and I think that song represents the women of her generation."