Narrative: My momma was always concerned about my Grandmother’s digestive condition and so she was always getting’ on her to eat more fruit; and my Grandmother said to her well I get plenty of fruit, I get it in my pies. Peach pie, cherry pie, apple pie. I’d like to dedicate this song to my Grandmother Lottie.

Grandma Lottie was a Choctaw woman
Born in Broken Bow
Raised in the Chickasaw Nation
West of Tishomingo

Lottie she was an Indian squaw
When it came to lovin’
She was ten foot tall

Grandma Lottie Got her fruit from pies
Grandma Lottie had them ragin’ Cajun eyes
She could wring a chicken’s neck in nothin’ flat
Except for Ike a lifetime Democrat

I was only three days old When Lottie took me in
Mama died when she gave me life Papa died in the pen

Lottie she was an Indian squaw
When it came to lovin’
She was ten foot tall

Grandma Lottie let me win at crazy eight
Grandma Lottie kept a sharp hoe by her gate
She could wring a chicken’s neck in nothin’ flat
Except for Ike a lifetime Democrat

Once on the way to New Orleans Somebody made a fuss
So, when we got to Baton Rouge had to move to the back of the bus

Lottie she was an Indian squaw
When it came to lovin’
She was ten foot tall

Grandma Lottie taught me how to cook
Grandma Lottie read me my first book
She could ring a chicken’s neck in nothin’ flat
Except for Ike a lifetime Democrat

Couldn’t be there when Jesus came and took my Lottie’s soul
I was throwin’ chain on a drillin’ rig in the Gulf of Mexico

Lottie she was an Indian squaw
When it came to lovin’
She was ten foot tall

Grandma Lottie saw me get baptized
Grandma Lottie never criticized
She could wring a chicken’s neck in nothin’ flat
Except for Ike a lifetime Democrat