You didn't buy the grits and gravy that went on your plate
And your shoes were under my table the last meal you ate
And though your loving gives me chills
Honey it never pays any bills
I've grown tired of carrying this heavy load
So mister take all of your stuff and hit the road
Your mama carried you for nine months and I've carried you long enough
Baby its time to you know I won't be buying any more grits and gravy