GRITS & EGGS
I was born fat, stupid, and crippled
In a little plywood shack that we called home
With my fourteen brothers and sisters
We were poor but were never alone
There was not much food in the pantry (in the pantry)
There were other things in other people's homes
But we were thankful for what we were given
And dreamed of things that someday we might own
Grits & eggs, salt-meat, and some poultry (and some poultry)
That was all that we ever had
Times got bad (times got bad)
But we weren't sad (no we weren't sad)
But we weren't glad, Lord knows, we weren't glad
BLUE ME
Well, a big old gully-washer
Just washed my home away
Missing is my daughter
She just stepped outside to play
Blue me (blue me), blue me (blue me)
Blue me (blue me), blue me
I'm so blue, blue, blue
Well, Clifford tried to save her
But he couldn't swim a lick
He got as far as he could
Then he grabbed onto a stick
Blue me (blue me), blue me (blue me
Blue me (blue me), blue me
I'm so blue, blue, blue
A vacationing Airman
Was swimming very near
He'd had CPR training
But to him it wasn't clear
Blue me (blue me), blue me (blue me)
Blue me (blue me), blue me
I'm so blue, blue, blue
I'm so blue, blue, blue
I'm so blue, blue, blue
