When we lived on the mountain
It was hard to get around
We had to go on down the road
And that went 'Round and 'Round
Grandma had a better way
Than that of getting down
She'd hop right on the mail chute
And slide right in to town

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She slid down the mountain on her little yo-de-lay-he-tee
Her little yo-de-lay-he-tee
Her little yo-de-lay-he-tee
She slid down the mountain on her little yo-de-lay-he-tee
Yo-de-lay-he little yo-de-lay-he-tee

Grandma loved her ice cream
But her freezer wouldn't chill
They made homemade ice cream at the dairy down the hill
One hundred tempting flavors
From fudge to mint parfait
She had to go on down the hill
There weren't no better way

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Grandma's getting old now
She's getting old and gray
If you want to go to town
She'll show you the way
If you want to go there
And you've got to get there fast
Just hop right on the mail chute
And slide down on your yodel

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