Cornbread Lyrics by Lee Brice
A box of cornbread
Sticking to the pan
Cornbread in a cast iron
Mama’s fried chicken cooking over a campfire
Little brothers throwing mud clods in their brother’s eyes
That country truth, it don’t know how to lie
Best bed you ever laid in
Like the best motel you ever stayed in
Two youngins in the hay making out
And that’s all you need to know
‘Cause ’round home, things move a little slower
We say, “Yes, ma’am,” and we say, “No, sir.”
A real man, he opens up the door
For any girl, even if he don’t know her
Around here, you takin’ up for your brother
Even when you know he ain’t in the right
‘Round here, you’re coming in like a redneck mother
Headfirst, swinging haymakers left and right
Well, that’s all you need to know
‘Cause ’round home, things move a little slower
We say, “Yes, ma’am,” and we say, “No, sir.”
A real man, he opens up the door
For any girl, even if he don’t know her
The flag’s flying on the front porch
Flies flying headfirst into the screen door
If you need a ride, keys are in the floorboard
Unless you can’t work the clutch on an old Ford
Well, that’s all you need to know
‘Cause ’round home, things move a little slower
We say, “Yes, ma’am,” and we say, “No, sir.”
A real man, he opens up the door
For any girl, even if he don’t know her
When your only map is a sky full of stars
There ain’t nothing like fishing in the dark
‘Cause ’round home, things move a little slower
We say, “Yes, ma’am,” and we say, “No, sir.”
A real man, he opens up the door
For any girl, even if he don’t know her
Yeah, hand me another slice of that cornbread, woo