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Saturday Grandma sent Aunt Rita to the store to pick up a case of Falstaff bottles
They only sold it warm so she put it in the porch fridge
Gotta get it cold for Sunday morning
And Saturday Grandma fired up the oven
She didn't need a recipe she had it in her head
to make a big batch of chocolate chip cookies, let em cool off and put em in the jar
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I remember Sunday Morning, go to church then go to Grandmas house
Aunts and uncles and cousins too, friends and neighbors everybody knew
that Sunday Morning was a celebration, everybody came from far and near
for conversation at Grandmas house, chocolate chip cookies and Falstaff beer
The little kids went straight for the cookies jar, after of course they got their permission
It's bad to be greedy so they only took one or two
but cookies that good you wanted three or four
and the big kids they went straight to the porch fridge
gotta fetch a Falstaff for one of the old folks
When it was delivered it was always open and if you looked close it wasn't full anymore
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Talked about farming, talked about fishing, talked about school, talked about religion
talked about crochet, talked about babies, Mike and Uncle Bob talked about Notre Dame
Porch fridge got old and didn't get the beer cold
Grandma said that's how they drank it in the old days
Everybody came just like they did before
When they went home Grandma said "come again".
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