Gravy Songtext

Don't mind me, I mean no harm
I'm just trying to save my papa's farm
The bank came out and chained the gates
'Cause Papa can't handle them interest rates

Well, my mama cried, my grandma cried
Grandpa would've cried, but he done died
But he left a bag with a note on the side
It read, "Plant these seeds and watch them rise."

You say you want it, you say you need it
Pick it up on Saturday

Man, I hope they don't legalize it
I make more cake when I got to hide it
We get low, go row by row
Put the Hank on, then we do-si-do

Mama said, "Boy, you going straight to hell"
'Til I brought the cash back and she said, "Damn, that sells" Well, I had the farm paid in 23 days
Now it's time to raise some cane
Call my cowgirls, get 'em out
That's how we do it in the Dirty South

Well, my mama cried, my grandma cried
Grandpa would've cried, but he done died
But he left a bag with a note on the side
It read, "Plant these seeds and watch them rise."

You say you want it, you say you need it, babe
Pick it up on Saturday

So all my cowgirls around the world
Put your hands up and start to swirl
Hit them hips when you get 180
Shake them grits, let's make some gravy