Alabama
Alabama - Food On The Table lyrics
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My dad was a big man with a will that was tough He was the best when the going was rough He made a living for the family and never had to cheat To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet We sat down at the table and thanked God in prayer Cause we had plenty to eat and plenty wear We had patches on our britches and momma kept us neat We had food on the table and shoes on our feet We picked cotton and gathered the corn We were taught to work from time we were born Mom and dad and all us children worked in the summer's heat To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet When you sit down at the table and thanked God in prayer If you've got plenty to eat and plenty to wear If you've got patches on your britches just be sure to keep'em neat If you're got food on the table and shoes on your feet