Taste

Verse 1:
Woke up to the smell of bacon fryin’ in the pan,
Coffee brewing, biscuits rising, just the way I am.
Mama’s in the kitchen, humming a sweet old tune,
And I’m counting down the seconds till it’s high noon.
Pre-Chorus:
There’s nothing like the taste of home,
A place where I can call my own.
From Grandma’s pies to BBQ nights,
Food’s the way we hold on tight.
Chorus:
I love the way that cornbread crumbles,
Fried chicken makes my heart just stumble.
Sweet tea and pecan pie,
Got me feeling like I’m flying high.
From morning grits to midnight snacks,
Love’s on the table, and that’s a fact.
Ain’t no place like a southern home,
Where food’s the love that’s always grown.
Verse 2:
Came home late, a long day on the farm,
But there’s a pot of stew to keep me warm.
Cornbread in the oven, chili’s on the stove,
It’s the little things that make this house a home.
Pre-Chorus:
There’s nothing like the taste of home,
A place where I can call my own.
From Grandma’s pies to BBQ nights,
Food’s the way we hold on tight.
Chorus:
I love the way that cornbread crumbles,
Fried chicken makes my heart just stumble.
Sweet tea and pecan pie,
Got me feeling like I’m flying high.
From morning grits to midnight snacks,
Love’s on the table, and that’s a fact.
Ain’t no place like a southern home,
Where food’s the love that’s always grown.
Bridge:
Sunday dinner, gathered ‘round the table,
Sharing stories, knowing we’re able,
To find love in every bite we take,
Food’s the memory we never shake.
Chorus:
I love the way that cornbread crumbles,
Fried chicken makes my heart just stumble.
Sweet tea and pecan pie,
Got me feeling like I’m flying high.
From morning grits to midnight snacks,
Love’s on the table, and that’s a fact.
Ain’t no place like a southern home,
Where food’s the love that’s always grown.
Outro:
Yeah, there’s nothing like the taste of home,
Where love is served in every bowl.
Food’s the thread that ties us tight,
In every bite, we find the light.