From a corrugated station house, the
Jacksons call their home,
Near the cattle yards down
Dawn will greet you just as sweet as
With a cake and king -size
She drags the rusty gate with
She loves her little gun,
up a horse or take the shopping
wait another week till the dust from the master settles down.
You're duckin' in the doorway
if you're nearly six foot tall
The beams of stringy bark are pretty low
A cool siesta down there in the gully
smokes the kitchen sooty black
Granny finds it easy just to leave it
She loves her little gun here in the gully
And, oh, she says it's getting cold,
it's twenty -five de grees
But she's got special jam drops in her jar
And grandkids gather round,
They love her little gun,
Just when you were thinkin' that
the good old days were gone
Granny's little gun here in the gully