I call to mind my dear old Aunt Gussie
Such a sweetie, she was never fussy
A bell of the old Southern type
She'd never gossip and never snipe
A friend to everyone, such an old dear
Hardly drank water, but loved her beer
Sweet face framed with curls of gray
She was the life of the party, always gay
But heart ache and tragedy in life she knew
Yet I never saw her down, never saw her blue
Sometimes she'd whistle when she'd be in pain
She might even grimace, but she'd never complain
It's been years now since she passed away
But my memory of her will never be gray
When I think of Aunt Gussie my heart fills with love
I smile for I know she's drinking a beer with God up above
I hope that you've had an “Aunt Gussie” in your life
Who calms your thoughts in the midst of your strife
The memories of a lady so strong and fine
Are light in the darkness, a sign of the Devine
The “Gussie's” of this world are the salt of the Earth
And I give thanks to the Lord for giving them birth!
Now that at last I've had my say
I praise God that He sent her my way.
