When I was young
And growing up,

In the country of Misssip,

While I was still a pup;

Corn bread and

Turnip Greens

Were on the menu

And sometimes, butterbeans!

Corn bread was

Thin and hot,

With turnip greens

In a big black pot.

Thankful were we

For what we've got,

As we ate the greens,

And drained the pot!

Pot liquor is an elixir,

So pure and good,

Mixed with cornbread,

As indeed it should.

I'm gonna' ask my wife,

Who invigorates my life,

To make turnip greens

In a pot, with cornbread

So good and hot!