Grits and Cornbread by Nanette Workman 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