Pick any blues tune that fits, such as "Rather drink muddy water..."

PO' FOOD BLUES
by Praise

I was lookin' in the icebox,
I didn't see no food.
I was lookin' in the icebox,
I didn't see no food.
Oh momma won't you feed me,
Something hot and good.

Now she's lookin' in the pantry,
She say she see some grits.
Oh now she's lookin' in the pantry,
She say she see some grits.
I had 'em six times last weekend,
I like to had the fits [sh*ts].

Well she's cookin' at the woodstove,
She got the heat up high.
Yes she's cookin' at the woodstove,
She got the heat up (way up) high.
Say she makin' something special,
Hey honey, make it right.

Well you know I love my po' food,
Never throw it out.
Sure you know I love my po' food,
Never throw it out.
Grits with redeye gravy,
Grits all in my mouth.

Now I could use me some sweet dessert, babe,
Come on and do me right.
Sure do need your sweet dessert, babe,
I know you do me right.
Honey you know I love my po' food,
I could eat it all the night.