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 Polise
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