Memaw's Kitchen

from Choice Doyce: The Best of Doyce Whisanant by Doyce Whisanant & Macular Degenerates

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lyrics

Memaw's Kitchen

In Memaw's kitchen there's a sponge cake
and camp coffee, too.
There's a pantry stuffed
with all of the fixin's.
In the corner there's a hound dog
with one good eye on you,
and a friend can be found
in Memaw's kitchen.

There's no starving as she
gets to carving up the meat at Memaw's.
There's always room for seconds,
and another pair of jaws.
There's jars of homemade jam
and a big ol' smokehouse ham
and enough Old World charm
to give each of us pause.

In Memaw's kitchen there's a spice rack
and dried salmon, too,
but she never says exactly what she's fixin'.
In the corner there's a neighbor
doing bone-picking, too.
Of the bitchin' there's no end
in Memaw's kitchen.

In the rafters there are dried goods
you'll only see at Memaw's.
There's something off about that dog
or the thing that it gnaws.
There's rows of labeled cans
writ in unfamiliar hands
and oddly-unlit panels
to give anyone pause.

In Memaw's kitchen there's a hoecake
and stag beetles, too.
There's an aspic crammed
with all of the fixin's.
In the corner there's a widow with
her eye set on you,
and your luck will just depend
on Memaw's kitchen.

There'll be no starving
as we set to carving
up this thing at Memaw's.
It's got eyes in its asshole
and two sets of jaws,
with a skin that looks like Spam,
the tentacle tastes like ham,
and blue, gristly things
clutched in each of its claws.

In Memaw's kitchen there's a bat cake
and black adder stew:
a smorgasbord with all of the fixin's.
In the corner there's a shadow
with a message for you,
who were bound
to be found in Memaw's kitchen.

With clouds amassing as we're passing
'round the plates at Memaw's,
those disembodied voices
speak of unheard-of slaws.
Then Memaw taps her hand
as her Piss Jug Band
commences their renditions
from within those aged walls.