| Alice shot a possum out of her persimmon tree |
| And she left it in the orchard for all its possum friend to see |
| Crack shot with a .22 when she was ninety-three |
| She was only five feet tall but she was twice as wise as me |
| Oh, Alice, I wish I knew you better |
| You’re as pretty as a flower, tough as saddle leather |
| I learned more from you that day than all life’s teachers put together |
| Oh, Alice, dear friend of mine |
| Oh, Alice had a pickup truck and one day we were talking |
| Said that she was all done driving, she was better off a-walkin' |
| Said «I sent my driver’s license to the local DMV |
| But the dang fools must be crazy 'cause they sent it back to me |
| Oh, Alice, I wish I knew you better |
| You’re as pretty as a flower, tough as saddle leather |
| I learned more from you that day than all life’s teachers put together |
| Oh, Alice, dear friend of mine |
| Alice never had a husband, brother never took a wife |
| Yeah, they farmed that Brazos River bottomland near all their life |
| Brother went to heave, Alice covered up his face |
| Standing by his bedside while she sang «Amazing Grace» |
| Oh, Alice, I wish I knew you better |
| You’re as pretty as a flower, tough as saddle leather |
| I learned more from you that day than all life’s teachers put together |
| Oh, Alice, dear friend of mine |
| Oh, Alice, dear friend of mine |