Bubba Swompz - Grandma's Table Lyrics

Yeah I'm headin' down the road in my old pickup truck
To the place where the green fields never end
The smell of the pies and the fried chicken's luck
Takes me back to where the love never bends

At Grandma's table we got that home cookin' flame
Biscuits and gravy sweet corn no shame
Her recipes are secrets but the love's all the same
At Grandma's table life's simple no game

She's got that magic touch with her seasoned cast iron
Every dish is a story every bite's a song
Mashed potatoes so creamy they could make you cry on
And that peach cobbler oh it can't do no wrong

At Grandma's table we got that home cookin' flame
Green beans and taters seasoned with her fame
Her kitchen's a haven from the world's fast lane
At Grandma's table love's the main aim

Grandma's hands work the dough like she's spinnin' a beat
Country rhythms in the kitchen where the old ways meet
It's a hip-hop hoedown with every meal a treat
At Grandma's table where the country heart beats

So here's to the love and the food that she makes
To the memories we cherish with every cake she bakes
At Grandma's table where we gather and partake
It's more than just eatin' it's the love that she creates