Grits Ain't Groceries Lyrics - 70th Birthday Concert - John Mayall

If I don't love you baby, 

grits ain't groceries, 

eggs ain't poultry, 

and Mona Lisa was a man. 

All around the world 

I'd rather be a fly 

and light on my baby's head, 

I'll stay with that 

woman 'til I die. 

A toothpick in my hand, 

I dig a 10-foot ditch 

and ride through the jungle 

fightin' lions with a switch, 

because ya' know I love ya' baby, 

well, you know I love you baby, 

and if I don't love you baby, 

grits ain't groceries, 

eggs ain't poultry, 

and Mona Lisa was a man. 

Well, it's all around the world and I got 

blisters on my feet 

a-tryin' to find my baby, 

a-bring her back to me. 

If you see my baby, 

I know she'll be convinced. 

If it don't send her back to me, 

it just 

don't make no sense, 

because ya' know I love ya' baby, 

well, you know I love you baby. 

If I don't love you baby, 

grits ain't groceries and eggs ain't poultry, 

and Mona Lisa was a man. 

Well, 

all around the world 

I never will forget 

I lost all my money, my woman and my pet, 

but I got to have you baby, 

I got to settle for nothin' less, 

give up all my good time for the sake of happiness, 

because ya' know I love ya' baby, 

you know, 

you know I love you baby. 

If I don't love you baby, 

grits ain't groceries, 

eggs ain't poultry, 

and Mona Lisa was a man. 

I said, if I don't love you baby, 

grits ain't groceries, 

eggs ain't poultry, 

and Mona Lisa must-a 

Mona Lisa was a man. 

Well, 

if I don't love ya' baby, 

if 

I don't love you baby, 

if I don't love you baby, 

grits ain't groceries, 

and eggs ain't poultry, 

and Mona Lisa was a man. 

Mona Lisa was a man.