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 ass

I learned a lesson about

What this food can do

It can talk you ass 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