Hominy Grits

Now, remember, you're an old-time Mammy!
Poor as dirt, true, but rich in the wisdom of the ages!

Down in Carolina
Be ole black Dinah
Sweatin' and a-toilin' at da boilin' pot
Stirrin' and a-scrapin'
Da steam escapin'
Cookin' up a breakfast dat hits da spot!
'Cuz
All God's chillun love hominy!
Hominy!
All God's chillun love hominy grits!
Fills to satiation
Da whole plantation!
Dem's da best-est vittles us colored folks gits!
What the hell is she singing?
One of her "freedom songs," Sir

Sammy stir da kettle
So none don't settle
Mulie heat da metal wit de kindlin' wood
Once ya done your pickin'
Ya git fried chicken
Ya gotta start da day off wi' somethin' good
'Cuz
All God's chillun love hominy!
Hominy!
All God's chillun love hominy grits!

Next to watermelon
Dere ain't no tellin'
Dem's da best-est vittles-
-Us colored folk gits!
Her mother was a quiet woman! Asthmatic! Demure!
No! Not you, too!
Go, girl! Stir dat kettle!
That'll do it - now add some suet!
Sho' nuff, Boss - ain't nuthin' to it!
If she were a whole horse instead of just its ass, I'd shoot her!

Dinah went to Heaven
At ninety-seven
Fussin' and a-cussin' and a-breakin' plates
Who be there to greet her
But ol' Saint Peter
Wi' da dish dey serve at da Pearly Gates!
'Cuz
All God's chillun love hominy!
Hominy!
All God's chillun love hominy grits!

Gabriel be takin'
A bowl wi' bacon
All dem little cherubs
Like theirs wi' spare ribs!
Moses gits molasses-
And so's Big Massah's!
Dem's da best-est vittles
Us colored folks gits!
Hominy grits!



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Frankel, Michael Korie
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