Grits and Cornbread

Lyrics

One, two A one, two, three, four Grits and cornbread on the table Little rebel on the floor Just another Sunday mornin' Through the kitchen door All the things I took for granted Now the things I'm longin' for Reverend Martin in the front yard Callin' all his kin All who join the congregation Pray for all our sin Thank the Lord for all the goodness And the love of all our friends Monday mornin', carefully I carry all my books Go to school with all my friends To the local tree house Where the meetin' would begin We were gonna change the world Brother Billy plays his trumpet Louis Armstrong number two Happy memories forever All my yesterdays come true Maybe then someday my babies They'll have happy memories They'll have happy memories too