Collard greens, collard greens, good old collard greens.

♪ Collard greens, collard greens, good old collard greens ♪ ♪ Cornbread and pat-pats and good old collard greens ♪

Cornbread and fatback and good old collard greens.

But it ain't likely any critter would bother boiling green.

He thought someone was cooking collard greens in the fat bag.

I'm cookin' four bushels of greens, a peck of wild onions, and 20 pounds of fatback.

Granny, there is only one smell beats magnolias and honeysuckle, and that is your collard greens and fatback.

Where did you come from to know that song?

Nashville, Tennessee, ma'am.

Tennessee!

Yeah, and I haven't smelled anything that good since I left Tennessee.

Oh, you poor boy.

What you been eating?

Oh, steak mainly, lobster, prime rib, shrimp.

Well, I reckon when you get hungry enough, you can eat anything.

What's your name, son?

Baboon, ma'am.

Mine's Granny Moses.

Maybe you'd heard about my doctor.

You're a doctor?