When my Gainesville, Georgia, grandmaw
felt like givin’ lip,
She’d assume a posture,
left hand on her hip,
left hand on her hip,
Motion with her right hand
like a cracker with a whip
like a cracker with a whip
And, gums packed with snuff, say,
"I'm so mad that I could spit!"
"I'm so mad that I could spit!"
Her fear of Baptist hell prevented
“damn” or “heck” or "shit.”
“damn” or “heck” or "shit.”
The worst that she would say was,
“I’m so mad that I could spit!”
“I’m so mad that I could spit!”
