I think he's talking to an old woman (Granny) about how much more she would enjoy life if she started worrying about the smaller stuff in life. (Lay your pistol down, Granny......... But don't unknit your brow, Granny, the mice in the yard ate the potted plants you grew......... When you unknit your brown, your friends, they are jewels, twice as beauitul and few)
This song is wonderful and touching.
I think he's talking to an old woman (Granny) about how much more she would enjoy life if she started worrying about the smaller stuff in life. (Lay your pistol down, Granny......... But don't unknit your brow, Granny, the mice in the yard ate the potted plants you grew......... When you unknit your brown, your friends, they are jewels, twice as beauitul and few) This song is wonderful and touching.