Alabama

Alabama - Food On The Table songtekst

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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
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