JAMESY THE TRUE

Lyrics

Grandma was a dark horse
In the setting sun what a renegade
Painted all her memories
Down at the end of the hallway

The old house on Promontory
Her oasis all that time ago
I was just a whippersnapper
and looked up to Grandma in a big way

Oh she was a rare bird
Oh she was a black-billed magpie
yes she was a dark horse

Grandma was a rock star
Minus the debauchery
Painted all her prayers and dreams
Down at the end of the hallway

Her Chief Dan George is unbelievable
Hangs on my wall to this very day
And her Terry Fox is a fine gem
It’s a Mona Lisa in its own way

Oh she was a rare bird
Oh she was a black-billed magpie, sharp-tailed sandpiper, oh she was a dark horse

Grandma was a dark horse
In the setting sun, what a renegade
Painted all her memories
Down at the end of the hallway

Oh she was a rare bird
Oh she was a black-billed magpie, sharp-tailed sandpiper, gray-crowned rosy finch, yes she was a dark horse

Grandma was a rock star
Minus the debauchery
Painted all her prayers and dreams
Down at the end of the hallway