Born and raised in Macon -- in my mouth a silver spoon
T'wasn't long before I learned to use it night and noon
Swore I'd eat at Hardees or the Krystal down the street
But the food I get at Grandma's is mighty hard to beat
Dinner at Grandma's -- wash that chicken down
Buttermilk and lemonade -- I love that gurglin' sound
Black-eyed peas and cornbread -- I could eat it by the pound
Dinner at Grandma's -- the very best in town
Never went away hungry -- always ate my fill
Ate it from the table or sometimes the window-sill
But every week around Sunday you know where I would head
To Grandma's to stuff my face with good ol' homemade bread
Dinner at Grandma's -- wash that chicken down
Buttermilk and lemonade -- I love that gurglin' sound
Black-eyed peas and cornbread -- I could eat it by the pound
Dinner at Grandma's -- the very best in town
Grandma had the groceries
And we all had a feast
We cooked and ate up such a storm
That the neighbors called the Police
When the Law came round the corner
With the sirens blaring loud
They looked into the window there
And what you think they found
Dinner at Grandma's -- wash that chicken down
Buttermilk and lemonade -- I love that gurglin' sound
Black-eyed peas and cornbread -- I could eat it by the pound
Dinner at Grandma's -- the very best in town
