Lyrics Grits Ain't Groceries - John Mayall, The Bluesbreakers

Grits Ain't Groceries

If I don’t love you baby,
grits ain’t groceries,
eggs ain’t poultry,
and Mona Lisa was a man.
All around the world
I’d rather be a fly
and light on my baby’s head,
I’ll stay with that
woman 'til I die.
A toothpick in my hand,
I dig a 10-foot ditch
and ride through the jungle
fightin’lions with a switch,
because ya’know I love ya’baby,
well, you know I love you baby,
and if I don’t love you baby,
grits ain’t groceries,
eggs ain’t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.
Well, it’s all around the world and I got
blisters on my feet
a-tryin'to find my baby,
a-bring her back to me.
If you see my baby,
I know she’ll be convinced.
If it don’t send her back to me,
it just
don’t make no sense,
because ya’know I love ya’baby,
well, you know I love you baby.
If I don’t love you baby,
grits ain’t groceries and eggs ain’t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.
Well,
all around the world
I never will forget
I lost all my money, my woman and my pet,
but I got to have you baby,
I got to settle for nothin’less,
give up all my good time for the sake of happiness,
because ya’know I love ya’baby,
you know,
you know I love you baby.
If I don’t love you baby,
grits ain’t groceries,
eggs ain’t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.
I said, if I don’t love you baby,
grits ain’t groceries,
eggs ain’t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a
Mona Lisa must-a been a man.
Well,
if I don’t love ya’baby,
if I don’t love you baby,
if I don’t love you baby,
grits ain’t groceries,
and eggs ain’t poultry,
and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.
Mona Lisa must-a been a man.