Grandad taught me that grits were an art
Wooden spoon stirring the creamy grits in a cast iron pot
Laughing just because
Warm, buttery grits like sun through the window
Like shared stories and giant smiles
your vision, your voice
Grandad taught me that grits were an art
Wooden spoon stirring the creamy grits in a cast iron pot
Laughing just because
Warm, buttery grits like sun through the window
Like shared stories and giant smiles