Mofro - Ho Cake [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My Granny makes the best cracklin' ho cake
It tastes so good I can't wait to dip my plate
She's cookin' ham hocks in some white-acre peas
She's cookin' turnip greens and macaroni and cheese
Get on out my way I got to ease up to that pot
I like my cornbread while it's still piping hot
I love this food Lord, I can't get enough
Stick ya hands near my plate, you'll draw back a nub
I 'member it happened back in 1978
Daddy caught me tryin' to steal a pork chop off his plate
He snatched it back and I gave him a little sass
He quick whupped off the belt 'n started whuppin' on my ass
I learned a lesson 'bout what this food can do
It can talk yo ass in to turning black and blue
So all you kids keep yo' hands to yo' on supper
â€~Coz if you let that food do the talkin' yo' tail might suffer
I love smoke mullet, hush puppies and grits
I love them catfish and I love them popcorn shrimp
I love fried chicken and I love them collard greens
I love them black eye peas and them lima beans
I love that ox-tail soup with a little rice
I love them candied yams and sweet potato pies
I love it all Lord, I just got to holler
Tastes so dad, blame good I can't even swallow