Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders
Says they're on me when I sleep
Waiting in the out-house for me
Underneath the seat
Great-grandmothers 'bout ninety-seven
She is sure when she gets to heaven
Old St. Peter's gonna throw his arms around her and say
"I've waited so long for us to meet"
Put the general in a box and buried him behind
The stony point church of Christ when I was three
When the Lord comes to take me I'll die with a smile on
'Cause He's taking all my pains and fears
Said the generals last words were
"It's hotter than hell in here"
Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders
So she told me as a child
I would hold it in for hours
Too mean to die, too mean to die, too mean