Robert Adamson - My Granny lyrics

When my granny was dying I'd go into her bedroom and look at her she'd tell me to get out of it leave this foul river it will wear you out too she was sick and her red curly hair was matted and smelt of gin sometimes I sat there all day listening to the races and put bets on for her at the shop and I sat there the afternoon she died and heard her say her last words I sat there not telling maybe three hours beside the first dead person I'd seen I tried to drink some of her gin it made me throw up on the bed then I left her she said the prawns will eat you when you die on the Hawkesbury River