Song to grits

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Song to Grits

When my mind's unsettled, When I don't feel spruce, When my nerves get frazzled, When my flesh get loose, What knits Me back together's grits.

Grits with gravy, Grits with cheese, Grits with bacon, Grits with peas, Grits with minimun Of two over-medium eggs mixed in 'em: um! Grits, grits, it's Grits, I sing-- Grits fits In with anything.

Rich and poor, black and white, Lutheran and Campbellite, Jews and Southern Jesuits All acknowledge buttered grits.

Give me two hands, give me my wits, Give me forty pounds of grits.

Grits at taps, grits at reveille, I am into grits real heavily.

True grits, More grits, Fish, grits and collards. Life is good where grits are swallered.

Grits Sits Right.

~Roy Blount, Jr. One Fell Soup. Source: Good Old Grits Cookbook by Bill Neal & David Perry Brought to you and yours via Nancy O'Brion and her Meal-Master.

Submitted By NANCY O'BRION On 08-25-95

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