My Inheritance

(Ballad about valuing the lessons we learn from family.  Female vocal)

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Closing up the house, packing grandma’s things
A shoebox full of home made cards, my daddy’s high school ring
She didn’t think to leave a will, there wasn’t much to give
Just lessons I will treasure for as long as I live

CHORUS
Don’t let a day go by without laughing ‘til it hurts
If someone tries to sell you short, remind them what you’re worth
Life is more than keeping score
Counting those dollars and cents
I’ll be rich living on my inheritance

She was born in Nacogdoches back in the dust bowl days
The 7th of 11, she learned quick not to complain
In every faded photograph I gently packed away
She’d flash those smiling eyes and I could almost hear her say

CHORUS
Don’t let a day go by without laughing ‘til it hurts
If someone tries to sell you short, remind them what you’re worth
Life is more than keeping score
Counting those dollars and cents
I’ll be rich living on my inheritance

That night I put my little girl to bed
When she asked what I brought from grandma’s house I said

Don’t let a day go by without laughing ‘til it hurts
If someone tries to sell you short, remind them what you’re worth
Life is more than keeping score
Counting those dollars and cents
You’ll be rich living on your inheritance

© Janice FitzGerald/Armand Mele


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