[Verse] Mama was in the kitchen, flour on her face, Whippin' up some cornbread, her pride in every trace. She set it on the table, golden, warm, and neat, Papa took one bite, said, "This ain’t fit to eat." [Chorus] Oh, Mama’s cornbread blues, a tale of love gone sour, Papa's words cut deep, in that dinnertime hour. She hurled it out the back door, her temper blazing high, The hound dogs had a feast beneath the starry sky. [Verse 2] Papa sat there frozen, fork still in his hand, Mama's eyes were fiery, like the devil took a stand. "You think you’re some big critic?" she hollered loud and clear, Then out the door the cornbread flew, and Papa shrunk in fear. [Chorus] Oh, Mama’s cornbread blues, a tale of love gone sour, Papa's words cut deep, in that dinnertime hour. She hurled it out the back door, her temper blazing high, The hound dogs had a feast beneath the starry sky. [Verse 3] The dogs they licked the platter, tails wagging in delight, While Mama stood there fuming, in the kitchen’s fading light. Papa mumbled softly, “I guess I crossed the line,” But the hounds had no complaints, they thought it tasted fine. [Bridge] Now Mama says she's done with baking for that man, She’ll cook for the hound dogs, they’re her biggest fans. Papa buys his cornbread down at the corner store, He knows better now than to ask for any more.
