Grandma's Dinner Bell
The old dinner bell
sits silent now on its hook
Calls to meals no more
My Grandmother's bell
Rang every night for supper
We came a runnin'
Sunday fried chicken
Wednesday was a large pot roast
Friday was pork chops
I lived for those days
My three favorite meals
Ran fast on them days
Wash our hands and face
Sit down so that we can say grace
Pass the potatoes
Those days stay with me
I sometimes ring the old bell
Just because I can
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