[verse 1]

The taste of home and loving each bite,
Filled my soul on those long summer nights.
Memories linger, like the scene of each meal,
Each dish’s a story, so tender so real.

[verse 2]

Cornbread and collard greens,
Black-eyed peas and butter beans,
Homemade biscuits spread with butter,
Those are the memories of my mother.

[verse 3]

Fried chicken and mashed potatoes,
served with fried green tomatoes.
Fresh vanilla homemade ice cream,
Sweeter than a sugar plum dream.

[chorus]

Thank God for moms and granny’s,
Spending each day cooking off their fannies,
The best kept secret of the farming life,
Is the hot-cooked meals of the farmer’s wife.

[verse 4]

Warm summer nights made it hard to sleep,
Scorching days in the fields that made a man weep,
Every day on the farm was long and hard,
Brutal labor that could leave a man scarred.

[verse 5]

We started days early tobeat the heat,
Lunches were light with little meat,
Fresh vegetables kept us from getting fat,
Leftovers were fed top the dog and cat.

[verse 6]

Planning and picking were done by the weather,
The Farmers Almanac made decisions better.
To make a living you had to think smarter,
Cause if you didn’t your life would be harder.

[chorus]

Thank God for moms and granny’s,
Spending the day cooking off their fannies,
The best kept secret of the farming life,
Is the hot-cooked meals by the farmer’s wife.

[verse 7]

Momma and Granny cooked with a blaze,
On Thanksgiving, Christmas and holidays.
The cornbread dressingmy granny would make,
After Mama spent the night baking pies and a cake.

[verse 8]

Daddy fried a turkey in spicy Cajun butter,
So tender, so moist he had to slap mother,
On the cheek of her booty with no one was lookin’,
A Louisiana thing that says, “Baby I’m cookin’!”

[verse 9]

But nothing ever beat Mom’s banana pudding,
So thick and creamy, tasty and alluring.
I’d crawl a hundred miles on a broken glass floor,
If I could taste that pudding just once more.

[chorus]

Thank God for moms and granny’s,
Spending each day cooking off their fannies,
The best kept secret of the farming life,
Is the hot-cooked meals of the farmer’s wife.