Grits Ain’t Groceries

Every now and then I hear a blues lyric that captures my attention. Listening to XM last week I heard this line, “If I don’t love you grits ain’t groceries, eggs ain’t poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man.”

Received this from a reader, recording of Little Milton’s, Grits ain’t Groceries:

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