Verse One: I got a little mama, I gotta tell you about She's a culinary wizard, she feeds the mouth of the south Biscuits in the morning, cornbread about noontime Later on in the evening Lord she's bound to blow your mind Lord y'all, you've got to taste that woman's slaw Verse Two: Get out a head of cabbage, chop it up real fine Does a little herky-jerky, Lord she does it all the time She puts it in a foottub, like I know she should That woman makes cole slaw taste so good Lord y'all, you've got to taste that woman's slaw Verse Three: (instrumental, like a verse) Verse Four: She's got chicken n' dumplins, butter wings on the side She picks weeds out of the front yard, fix 'em up in a pie Big ole jug of iced tea, eat them 'maters raw She does things to ketchup, well I know its against the law Lord y'all, you've got to taste that woman's slaw Verse Five: (instrumental, like a verse) Verse Six: n/c If I die this morning, while I'm in my bed Leave my body here, send my soul up ahead Cause I ain't through eatin, no I ain't cleaned my plate If I die this morning, you better know what I'm gonna hate Lord y'all, well I'm gonna miss that woman's slaw I said Lord y'all, you've got to taste that woman's slaw