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Grits and cornbread on the table
Little rebel on the floor
Just another sunday morning
Through the kitchen door
All the things I took for granted
Now the things I'm longing for
Reverend martin in the front yard
Holding all his kin
Off to join the congregation
Pray for all our sins
Thank the lord for all the goodness
And the love of all our friends
Monday morning carefully
I carry all the books
Close to all my friends
To the local treehouse
Where the meeting will begin
We were gonna change the world
Brother billy plays his trumpet
Number two
Happy memories forever
All my yesterday's come true
Maybe then someday my babies
They'll have happy memories
They'll have happy memories too