Cheese Grits & Shrimp

Story Behind The Song

Back in college and often hungover, nick and I would find ourselves with insatiable appetite for both cheese grits and her cousin, shrimp. This song is dedicated to the memory of Mom's Place Restaurant in Stillwater, Oklahoma. Where the only thing on the menu for men like is was the Don's Special with brown gravy.

Song Description

Have you ever forward yourself locked in tight and loaded as hell? Strolling the city streets looking to make trouble or meet a bad news woman with a real mean spirit? Have you ever wanted nothing else so bad that you have everything you owned away and took off in a strangers car, heading for Galveston to track down a woman you call 'brown sugar'? Or have you ever woke up in a strange woman's shotgun style home and discovered that after drinking for 12 hours straight the day before, you now find yourself in bed with the one we man in the entire country that has a pet cougar roaming freely about her home? Well one or both of have and let us assure you, it doesn't have to be a frightening experience. Cheese Grits & Shrimp baby. Cheese Grits & Shrimp...

Song Length 3:26 Genre Country - Americana, Folk - Americana
Tempo Medium Fast (131 - 150) Lead Vocal Female Vocal
Mood Charming, Cross Subject Gourmet Food, Drugs
Similar Artists Dan Reeder, Tom Russell Language Hindi
Era 1920 - 1929

Lyrics

~ Cheese Grits & Shrimp ~
: Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford-Hurst


Well raise your glasses and hold your tongues,
Lock your knees and choke your lungs,
I ain't wooing no woman or befriending no man,
House of the enslaved sits on cowardly land,

Give me cheese grits and shrimp and a slice of pie,
A place to rest at night and a place to rise,
A prayer to mumble when I stumble down,
And the will necessary to get off the ground,

Don't have my vote - dont want your autograph,
Now to get down to the grain you gotta split the chaff in half,
Exfoliate Lady liberty and then she'll glow,
But there's too much glaucoma for folks to know,

And you beat your wings but you can't lift off,
It's got you rolling in the mud while they're feasting at the trough,
I wanna wish on a star but I know it won't help,
God's gonna smite me down with his cosmic belt,

Give me cheese grits and shrimp and a slice of pie,
A place to rest at night and a place to rise,
A prayer to mumble when I stumble down,
And the will necessary to get off the ground,

Friends come and go but enemies last,
I'm waiting on the market to crash and the country to collapse,
But all well that ends well or so folks say,
I suspect we'll all find out the hard way some day,

Give me cheese grits and shrimp and a slice of pie,
A place to rest at night and a place to rise,
A prayer to mumble when I stumble down,
And the will necessary to get off the ground,

This world is fragile but it rattles right along,
They're gonna bury our bones but will they sing our songs,
Will they speak our names when everything's calm,
Or cuss the legacy we left them when we're dead and gone,

Give me cheese grits and shrimp and a slice of pie,
A place to rest at night and a place to rise,
A prayer to mumble when I stumble down,
And the will necessary to get off the ground...

Lyrics Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford- Hurst Music Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford- Hurst
Producer Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford- Hurst Publisher Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford- Hurst
Performance Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford- Hurst Label Big Bullah Rogers
This track is on 5 Member Playlists
Playlist Creator Playlist Name Date Added
The Spermatochords Blues 2/21/2018
The Spermatochords Sociopolitical songs 2/21/2018
Nick Fuse Like Minds 2/20/2018
Nick Fuse Real Folk Songs 2/20/2018
The LovePops Madness/Genius 2/20/2018
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