歌曲 | Hominy Grits |
歌手 | Josephine Foster |
专辑 | Hazel Eyes, I Will Lead You |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Foster | |
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 |
zuo qu : Foster | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Foster | |
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 |