Hominy Grits
Josephine Foster Lyrics


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Give to the world a bit of hominy, hominy

Hominy, hominy grits!

And it will butter all yer troubles away

You know it pleases
Me to serve you

Breakfast in the morning

Hot off the cradle

You were fine and able

My momma sent me

From the penitentiary

She stole the keys from

The warden of the century

The century

Give to the world a bit of hominy, hominy

Hominy, hominy grits!

And it will butter all yer troubles away

You know it pleases

Me to unnerve you

With my ukulele

I got a lover

He's my little baby

I nurse him at the table

'Cause he says he's feeble

And pack him up a sundown

In my little rundown

Limousine





My limousine

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of this song by Josephine Foster talk about hominy grits and how they can make everything better. The repetition of the phrase "hominy, hominy grits!" in the chorus emphasizes the importance of this dish. The singer talks about how serving breakfast to someone can bring them pleasure, and that it pleases her to serve. The lyrics take a darker turn when the singer mentions that she was sent to her current location by her mother, who stole the keys from the warden of a penitentiary. This suggests that the singer may have come from a troubled past.


In the following verse, the singer mentions that she plays the ukulele and has a lover who she takes care of because he is feeble. She also mentions her "little rundown limousine," which could suggest that even though she is in a difficult situation, she is doing what she can to make the best of it.


Overall, the lyrics of "Hominy Grits" are evocative of a simpler time when a comforting home-cooked meal could make everything better. However, the reference to the singer being in a penitentiary adds a layer of complexity to the song's meaning.


Line by Line Meaning

Give to the world a bit of hominy, hominy
Sharing a bit of hominy with the world is a good deed


Hominy, hominy grits!
A reference to comforting soul food


And it will butter all yer troubles away
Eating hominy grits will make you forget your troubles


You know it pleases
It brings satisfaction


Me to serve you
I enjoy serving you


Breakfast in the morning
The meal I serve is breakfast


Hot off the cradle
The hominy grits are freshly cooked


You were fine and able
You are strong and capable


My momma sent me
I was sent by my mother


From the penitentiary
I was released from jail


She stole the keys from
My mother took the keys from


The warden of the century
The prison warden of the hundred years


The century
The hundred years that passed


You know it pleases
It brings satisfaction


Me to unnerve you
I enjoy making you anxious


With my ukulele
I play my ukulele


I got a lover
I have a romantic partner


He's my little baby
He is affectionately called my baby


I nurse him at the table
I care for him at the table


'Cause he says he's feeble
Because he claims to be weak


And pack him up a sundown
I prepare him for sunset


In my little rundown
In my small and shabby


Limousine
Car




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SkyFace Bear

I like this

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what is freak folk? this? Thanks :)

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what happened to freak folk

Shay

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