Lyrics:

Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders
She says they're on me when I sleep
Waitin' in the out-house for me
Underneath the seat

Great-grandmother's 'bout 97
She is sure when she gets to heaven
Old St. Peter's gonna throw his arms around her and say
'I've waited so long for us to meet'
She put The General in a box
And buried him behind the Stoney Point church of Christ
When I was three
When the Lord comes to take me
I'll die with a smile on, 'cause he's taking all my pains and fears

She said The General's last words were
'It's hotter than hell in here'

Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders
Or so she told me as a child
And I would hold it in for hours
Too mean to die
Too mean to die
Too mean