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Grandma's Kitchen Video (MV)




Performed By: Terry Blade
Language: English
Written by: Larry Robertson




Terry Blade - Grandma's Kitchen Lyrics




Cint no running in and out
Not while mama is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while grandma is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while auntie is cookin'
You keep running in and out
Boy you sure to catch a whoopin'

Rolled up her sleeves
Now she washin' the collards
Dark green leaves
Southern peaches for the cobblers
C bag of cornmeal
She be seasonin' her flour
Cornbread in the oven
By the end of the hour

Cint no running in and out
Not while mama is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while grandma is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while auntie is cookin'
You keep running in and out
Boy you sure to catch a whoopin'

There is grown folk conversation
Goin' on in the kitchen
The first time you heard
Grandma losing her religion
C whole lotta swearin'
Cnd a whole lotta livin'
Cnd a whole lotta laughin' in the black tradition

Cint no running in and out
Not while mama is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while grandma is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while auntie is cookin'
You keep running in and out
Boy you sure to catch a whoopin'

When the matriarch sits
Then you're free to have a seat
What she puts on your plate
Is exactly what you eat
But you better leave your fork and knife
In its place
Until grandma is good and done
Saying grace


Cint no running in and out
Not while mama is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while grandma is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while auntie is cookin'
You keep running in and out
Boy you sure to catch a whoopin'
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English

Cint no running in and out
Not while mama is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while grandma is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while auntie is cookin'
You keep running in and out
Boy you sure to catch a whoopin'

Rolled up her sleeves
Now she washin' the collards
Dark green leaves
Southern peaches for the cobblers
C bag of cornmeal
She be seasonin' her flour
Cornbread in the oven
By the end of the hour

Cint no running in and out
Not while mama is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while grandma is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while auntie is cookin'
You keep running in and out
Boy you sure to catch a whoopin'

There is grown folk conversation
Goin' on in the kitchen
The first time you heard
Grandma losing her religion
C whole lotta swearin'
Cnd a whole lotta livin'
Cnd a whole lotta laughin' in the black tradition

Cint no running in and out
Not while mama is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while grandma is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while auntie is cookin'
You keep running in and out
Boy you sure to catch a whoopin'

When the matriarch sits
Then you're free to have a seat
What she puts on your plate
Is exactly what you eat
But you better leave your fork and knife
In its place
Until grandma is good and done
Saying grace


Cint no running in and out
Not while mama is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while grandma is cookin'
Cint no running in and out
Not while auntie is cookin'
You keep running in and out
Boy you sure to catch a whoopin'
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Writer: Larry Robertson
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