Lyle Lovett, "Pantry"

My dear, I have something to ask you

And I'll try to get it right

You've heard the Light Crust Doughboys

All sing of Martha White

Oh, the way to someone's heart, dear

That old expression's true

So as long as we're apart

Here's my request of you

Don’t cheat on me with cornbread

Don’t cheat on me with beans

And don't cheat on me with bacon

Cooked up in collard greens

And don't cheat on me with biscuits

With jelly sweet and blue

Keep it in that place

Where you know it will be true

Keep it in your pantry

Now, I hate that I am leaving

And leaving you behind

But soon I'll be returning

With a healthy appetite

Oh, and if you are not hungry

As you once were before

I'll know you have betrayed me

Behind that kitchen door

Keep it in your pantry

Now, I've dined the whole world over

I've had the fries of France

The melons of Verona

And the sausage of Gdansk

No matter where I've been to

From Houston down to Rome

Nothing's quite as tasty

As what's cooking right at home

Keep it in your pantry