I still got her words of wisdom playing in my head. And her old beat-up Bible's on my night stand by my bed. I know so much she'd be proud of me 'cause I'm the only apple on the tree that didn’t hit the ground and sit down in the mud. But she's up in heaven raising hell. And if I can stand up by myself, it's 'cause her gunpowder's running through my blood. And when I die put me in the ground beside. When I die just put me in the ground beside, Selma Drye. Selma Drye.
Selma Drye by Kellie Pickler











