Granny Brisco ft. the Coal Biters Lyrics

When Grannie Brisco couldn't walk no more

They took her rocking chair

With a man on each arm

Carried her out to the yard

There were rows of picnic tables out there

Set up in the shade

People came from distant towns

For Grannie Brisco's eighty-eighth birthday

When she was young

They called her Lizzie

She had six children of her own

But it wasn't just for mothering

Grannie Brisco would be known

No Lizzie was a midwife

And she'd ride across these lands

And at the bedside of a mother soon to be

She'd lend a steady hand

O she was a sight

for weary frightened eyes

through the hollers and the hills

You'd see her coming day and night

riding hard against the clock

for the sake of mother and child

She was the kind of help you'd long to see

The kind of brave you want to be

Sometimes the calls came at midnight

The crack of dawn or dinner time

It didn't matter when those calls came in

Lizzie feared no dark of night

They would call her past the river

Or to the mountain's other side

She'd climb a ladder through a stony cleft

Passing through the needle's eye

Lizzie Brisco knew the way

Through the darkness to the light

One thousand souls were born

With Lizzie Brisco as their guide

O she was a sight

For weary frightened eyes

Through the hollers and the hills

You'd see her coming day and night

Riding hard against the clock

For the sake of mother and child

She was the kind of help you'd long to see

The kind of brave you want to be

Grannie rode into her eighties

Through Newton County and far beyond

When she was thrown from her horse

She knew her riding days were done

When Grannie Brisco couldn't walk no more

They took her rocking chair

With a man on each arm

They carried her out to the yard

There were rows of picnic tables out there

Set up in the shade

People came from distant towns

For Grannie Brisco's eighty-eighth birthday