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