Lyrics to Gravy :
Whys everybody hate on me
Cause I'm young comin' up my own way

I got a bottle and a bag of seed
You can call me Saturday.


Oh don't mind me
I mean no harm
I'm just tryin' to save the family farm

The bank came out and chained the gate
Cause Papa can't handle them interest rates
Well my Mama cried, my Grandma cried

Grandpa woulda cried but he done died
But he gave me a bag before he saw the light
Said plant these seeds if times get tight, boy


Whys everybody hate on me
Cause I'm young comin' up my own way

I got a bottle and a bag of seed
You can call me Saturday.


Whys everybody hate on me
Cause I'm young comin' up my own way
I got a bottle and a bag of seed

You can call me Saturday.

You say you want it

You say you need it
Just come by on Saturday


Well man I hope they don't legalize it
I make more cake when I gotta hide it
I get loco row by row

Put the Hank on and we do-si-do
Mama said "Boy you goin' straight to hell"
Till I brought the money back

She said "Damn that sells"
Had the farm paid off in 53 days
Now it's time to go raise some kane

Call my cowgirls and get 'em out
That's how we roll in the Dirty South, ya'll


Whys everybody hate on me
Cause I'm young comin' up my own way
I got a bottle and a bag of seed

You can call me Saturday.

Whys everybody hate on me

Cause I'm young comin' up my own way
I got a bottle and a bag of seed
You can call me Saturday.


You say you want it
You say you need it

Just come by on Saturday

To all my cowgirls around the world

Put your hands up and start to swirl
Hit them hips when you get 180
Shake them Grits let's make some gravy


I said all my cowgirls around the world
Put your hands up and start to swirl

Hit them hips when you get 180
Shake them Grits let's make some gravy


I said all my cowgirls around the world
Put your hands up and start to swirl
Hit them hips when you get 180

Shake them Grits let's make some gravy

I said all my cowgirls around the world

Put your hands up and start to swirl
Hit them hips when you get 180
Shake them Grits let's make some gravy


That's right girls
Shake it

Whys everybody hate on me

Cause I'm young comin' up my own way
I got a bottle and a bag of seed
You can call me Saturday.