Aunt Jean Froude Lyrics

She used to be a Stamper, a sister of my dad's

She was our closest neighbor when I was a young lad

She'd be pumping pails of water by the old windmill

Or working in her garden, she never sat still

She was a hard-working woman, my Aunt Jean Froude

She used to be a Stamper, then she married Harvey Froude

My Uncle Harvey died so young, and when I think of him I'm proud

Stooking sheaves, acre by acre, he had a team of horses and a studebaker

And in the stone house cooking the meals, with two young daughters by her high heels

She was a hard-working woman, my Aunt Jean Froude

Martha and Janet, they learned a lot on that farm

ABCs and math puzzles on the stalls of the barn

Mud pies by the playhouse, watch out for baseball bats

Sharp nails on teeter-totters, there's scars to prove that

And it all went down at my Aunt Jean Froudes

In the kitchen it was four leg's Jake I was buckshot

Thought I could do whatever I wanted, she proved to me I could not

I tried to crawl across her kitchen table, she slapped my butt, that's no fable

Yeah, I learned a lot, and some things are never forgot

Like that hard-working woman, my Aunt Jean Froude

My Aunt Jean Froude

My Aunt Jean Froude