She's My Mammy
He's My Pappy
They Live Down On Muddy Creek Road
And I Remember
Sweet November
Pumpkin Pies Coolin' Down
Coolin' Down

Pipi Rode His Combine Like A Chariot
He Was Truly Richer Than A King
They Struggled Through The Seasons
Braved The Winter
Blessed The Spring
And All He Carries Is Her Picture
The One She Gave Him In Her Teens
It Is All The Love He Ever Need
To Start His Dreams

She's My Mammy
He's My Pappy
They Live Down On Muddy Creek Road
And I Remember
Sweet November
Pumpkin Pies Coolin' Down

She Was His Farmland Princess
Though They Worked Much More Than The Played
The Watched Their Crops And Babies Grow
Cuddled As They Greyed
This World Keeps Spinning Faster
Miles Beyond Their Creek
Cities Grow Upon The Topsoil
Bury It In Concrete

Oh I Remember
Sweet November
Pumpkin Pies
Coolin' Down

And I Remember
Sweet November
Pumpkin Pies
Coolin' Down