What a legacy

 What a legacy

Ole granny died and went to her long reward

The family they never were much for formal religion

Especially the dressing up and sitting variety

They could sit a spell long on a bar stool

A deer stand or a boat seat

Cushioned pews were quite unfitting

Now granny was frugal and never spent what money they knew she had

And when the hired preacher began his eulogy 

He kept telling them what a legacy

What a legacy granny left

 Not conversant with preacher talk

They just figured this old vicar knew

Something they didn't

So after the burial out behind the church

They hurried home to turn upside down

The old homeplace

Searching for that legacy.