My Granny makes the best cracklin' ho cake

It tastes so good

I can't wait to dip my plate

She's cookin' ham hocks in some white-acre peas

She's cookin' turnip greens

And macaroni and cheese

Get on out my way

I got to ease up to that pot

I like my cornbread

While it's still piping hot

I love this food Lord

I can't get enough

Stick you hands near my plate

You'll draw back a nub

I remember it happened back in ninteen seventy eight

Daddy caught me tryin' to

Steal a pork chop off his plate

He snatched it back and

I gave him a little sass

He quick whupped off the belt and

Started whuppin' on my a**

I learned a lesson about

What this food can do

It can talk you a** in to turning black and blue

So all you kids keep you hands to you on supper

Let that food do

The talkin' you tail might suffer

I love smoke mullet

Hush puppies and grits

I love them catfish and

I love them popcorn shrimp

I love fried chicken and

I love them collard greens

I love them black eye peas

And them lima beans

I love that ox-tail soup with a little rice

I love them candied yams

And sweet potato pies

I love it all Lord I just got to holler

Tastes so dad blame good

I can't even swallow