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Grandma's sorting through an old wicker box and she's found 'The Dress' - her mamma's dress... the one she wore on the day she met Granddaddy... many, many moons ago.
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Country - Traditional Country
Previous peak charts position #39
Previous peak charts position in subgenre #6
Dai Crowther
Dai Crowther - October 2011
October 12, 2011
MP3 3.1 MB
128 kbps bitrate
3:25 minutes
Story behind the song
Based on a true story... in a different setting... and a different kind of dress 8^).
Lyrics
The Dress I called round to Grandma’s house, one wet and wintry morn For no particular reason I recall She was at the kitchen table going through a wicker box A box I had not seen since I was small Grandma smiled and she beckoned me to sit down at her side She didn’t say a word but held up high A dress, short but shapely, conjured from the wicker box And I saw a teardrop fall as Grandma sighed Chorus: The dress was black and made of silk with sequins It shimmered like a cobweb in fine rain From the hemline floated, twelve gold leaf scalloped shells And from the back hung a pearl grey beaded train Grandma said, ‘this was my Mamma’s; she was a ‘Bright Young Thing’ That’s what they called the wild girls of her day She’d often go out dancing and romancing in this dress And that’s how you and I are here today She handed me a photograph of fading sepia tints With a man in a racoon coat and broad straw hat ‘That there’s your Great Granddaddy, she chose him from the crowd That’s why he wears a smile like a Cheshire Cat Chorus: The dress was black and made of silk with sequins It shimmered like a cobweb in fine rain From the hemline floated, twelve gold leaf scalloped shells And from the back hung a pearl grey beaded train Bridge: Grandma took the dress and she walked into the hall She smiled and winked and then she closed the door When finally it reopened, she wore her Mamma’s dress And she danced like Ginger Rogers cross the floor Chorus: The dress was black and made of silk with sequins It shimmered like a cobweb in fine rain From the hemline floated, twelve gold leaf scalloped shells And from the back hung a pearl grey beaded train
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