(Sung to a blues tune)

Woke up this mornin’/You were feelin’ real blue.
Stomach was grumblin’/Din’t know what to do.

Said I don’t want sushi/Don’t want French food.
Don’t want no spaghetti/Got the soul food blues.

A little birdie said, Listen/Gather around.
I’ll tell you a story/’Bout this place, Farmer Brown.

Down in the Tenderloin/They got mac ’n’ cheese.
With Tillamook cheddar/You’ll beg for more, please!

There’s Fulton Valley chicken/Fried up just right.
Pair it with a mint julep/You’ll be feelin’ real tight.

Tasty homemade biscuits/And cornbread, too.
Catfish po’ boys/Too good to be true.

Sweet taters and plantains/All fresh from the land.
Watermelon margaritas/Can get out of hand.

Fresh-baked pecan pie/Like Mama used to make.
Only with agave nectar/For heaven’s sake.

Chef’s name is Jay Foster/And he cooks with love.
Calls his grub Neo-Soul/And it fits like a glove.

There’s jazz in the air/Spiced peanuts on the bar.
Don’t need to get fancy/Just come as you are.

Farmer Brown, 25 Mason Street, at Market Street (415-409-3276).