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!