You don't have to be from the country to eat catfish and cornbread
You just have to love it, and drop it in a muffin tin
The cities and the suburbs still need to be fed
So don't forget the farmers when you're scratching at your head
My momma was born in an old house at the corner of a country road
Sand and trees surround us, but the pecans still could grow
Hummingbirds, woodpeckers, bird dogs, and toads
When I was just a child that's all I cared to know
They didn't have a TV set so there's no way to get bored
I could go out in the yard and dig yourself a hole
Soybeans and cotton, strawberries, tobacco
When you got yourself some land there's nowhere you can't go
You don't have to be from the country to eat catfish and cornbread
You just have to love it, and forget about what they said
The cities and the suburbs still need to be friends
Just don't forget the farmers when your eating in your bed
There was a pond a ways away and a rotten old dirty boat
The water wasn't always pretty it looked more like a moat
You wouldn't wanna go swimming, but the catfish love to float
Eating off the bottom well god knows what they don't
Someday I hope you find yourself at a good old fish fry
With all your friends around you and the apple of your eye
Well I'm no hush puppy, but at least I can try
To live and breath and die with food that makes the people smile.
You don't need a lot between your ears, or anything in your head
You just have to wisen up to catfish and cornbread