Memories Grits

Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I'm afraid
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade
Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I'm afraid
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade

I remember licking cake batter spoons, making tents in the rooms
Playing with my cousins underneath the full Georgia moon
Keen advice from Cousin Davy, kept my faith tight
And Wavies Curl bag that holds every dew rags
And pork and beans, potted meat and saltines
Grilled cheese and pig feed, bullet grapes and palm trees
Sweetness of my memories
My daddy had a '98, yellow like banana peels
Whitewalls and custom wheels, pillows in the window sills
They called my granddaddy "Razor", he was cold-witted
He hit the hooch, you made him mad and you was gone feel it
Miss Flaws sat next to my grandma, and the backbone
And an angel in disguise took the chord of family ties

Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I'm afraid
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade
Fruit flies swarm around the picnic that mama made
Attracted to the sweetness of the pies, taste of marmalade
Chocked with goodness, ice-cream is melted I'm afraid
We accept the bad with good times, memories to fade