They said times were tough the
That money was tight
But i remember being little
And I know that can’t be right

Grandma would cook our dinner
Dad would come at five
We were all sitting at the table
Waiting for him to arrive

We wouldn’t eat from a microwave
Or a restaurant down the street
We all ate grandma’s home cooking
And boy that can’t be beat

We didn’t eat in front of the tv
Or with a phone in our hand
We weren’t plugged into a stereo
Jamming to the latest band

We all sit at the table
Everyone in their place
There were never any surprises
We recognized every face

Grandma to the left of me
momma to my right
that’s the way we ate dinner
Every single night

We laughed we joked we talked we ate
we were a family don’t you see
Though some have been raised poor
You can see it wasn’t me

We ate collards we ate biscuits
We ate fateback and black eyed peas
We said yes sir we said no sir
We said thank you ma’am and please

So when you talk of family life
Or how it used to be
Though many had more money
None were as rich as me