Whenever we have one of my favorite meals, blackeyed peas with okra and cornbread, I sing that verse from Goin Down the Road Feeling Bad (aka Lonesome Road Blues)-

Got me way down in jail on my knees,
That old jailer won't give me enough to eat,
Feeds me on cornbread and peas lord, lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this away.

Then there's Crow Black Chicken with the chorus-

Crow black chicken crow for day,
Crow black chicken fly away,
Crow black chicken crow for day,
I like chicken pie.

Always reminds of my mother's chicken pie topped with her homemade biscuits.