Grits Ain't Groceries - John Mayall, The Bluesbreakers

If I don’t love you baby,

grits ain’t groceries,

eggs ain’t poultry,

and Mona Lisa was a man.

All around the world

I’d rather be a fly

and light on my baby’s head,

I’ll stay with that

woman 'til I die.

A toothpick in my hand,

I dig a 10-foot ditch

and ride through the jungle

fightin’lions with a switch,

because ya’know I love ya’baby,

well, you know I love you baby,

and if I don’t love you baby,

grits ain’t groceries,

eggs ain’t poultry,

and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well, it’s all around the world and I got

blisters on my feet

a-tryin'to find my baby,

a-bring her back to me.

If you see my baby,

I know she’ll be convinced.

If it don’t send her back to me,

it just

don’t make no sense,

because ya’know I love ya’baby,

well, you know I love you baby.

If I don’t love you baby,

grits ain’t groceries and eggs ain’t poultry,

and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well,

all around the world

I never will forget

I lost all my money, my woman and my pet,

but I got to have you baby,

I got to settle for nothin’less,

give up all my good time for the sake of happiness,

because ya’know I love ya’baby,

you know,

you know I love you baby.

If I don’t love you baby,

grits ain’t groceries,

eggs ain’t poultry,

and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

I said, if I don’t love you baby,

grits ain’t groceries,

eggs ain’t poultry,

and Mona Lisa must-a

Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Well,

if I don’t love ya’baby,

if I don’t love you baby,

if I don’t love you baby,

grits ain’t groceries,

and eggs ain’t poultry,

and Mona Lisa must-a been a man.

Mona Lisa must-a been a man.