This song comes straight from my childhood. My grandma always called her land “40 acres,” even though it was really two — but to us kids, it may as well have been a whole world. We built forts in the woods, jumped creeks, ate Granny’s legendary cooking, and listened to country music on the radio in her kitchen.
Pap was always tinkering in the yard, the cousins were always getting into something, and Granny welcomed everyone with a smile. This song is my way of preserving those memories and sharing the love and warmth that place gave me.
Lyrics
Pap and Granny lived where the fields ran flat,
Northwest Ohio, rural livin’ like that.
Country on the kitchen radio, tellin’ a story,
Just two little acres, but Granny called it forty.
Kids out exploring, cousins building forts,
Jumping over creeks, came up a little short.
Older ones laughing, but I didn’t care,
Covered in mud, we breathed in that country air.
Pap and Granny’s 40 acres, woods and fields to roam,
Custard pie and cornbread, always felt like home.
Days of laughter, good times, family everywhere,
Pap and Granny’s 40 acres, part of me’s still there.
Granny cooked by heart, never measured once,
Ham and beans and pork chops, meals for the bunch.
She’d say, "Finish it up, we’ll have a clear day,"
Empty plates smiling, we’d rush back to play.
Dad and Rick shootin’ cans out behind the shed,
Sounds bouncing off trees, ringing in my head.
Grandma’s stories shaped our family tree,
Though now she forgets, she still smiles at me.
Pap and Granny’s 40 acres, woods and fields to roam,
Custard pie and cornbread, always felt like home.
Days of laughter, good times, family everywhere,
Pap and Granny’s 40 acres, part of me’s still there.
Now Granny’s memory slips,
Even for my face.
But her smile still lights the room,
All are welcome at her place.
Pap is gone now and Granny’s in a home,
But my heart sees the family, the laughter we have known.
Times have changed, but memories are strong,
Forty acres forever where my heart belongs.
Pap and Granny’s 40 acres, woods and fields to roam,
Custard pie and cornbread, always felt like home.
Days of laughter, good times, family everywhere,
Pap and Granny’s 40 acres, part of me’s still there.