Compositor: Buck Bradberry / Chris Holden
Your shining lips remind me of a mountain stream
Your cool blue eyes straight from a dream
Your breath smells like cornbread
Sometimes I think about you in the dead of night
When the lights are low and all is right
And I'm eating cornbread
Don't you know it gives my heart the jitters
Every time I bite into those fritters
And it always seems to take me back to those good ole days
When the injuns gave the pilgrims the good good goodness of maize
Sometimes I think about you in the checkout line by the candy bars
There stands a sign, discounts on cornbread
Discounts on cornbread, discounts on cornbread, discount on cornbread
Don't you know it wipes away my frown
Every time that cornbread coming round
Vitamin just stone ground???
Mrs. Cornbread back in town