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Put on the skillet, slip on the lid,
Mama's gonna make a little shortnin' bread.
That ain't all she's gonna do,
Mama's gonna make a little coffee, too.
Chorus:
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin'' bread,
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread.
Three little children, lyin' in bed
Two were sick and the other 'most dead
Sent for the doctor and the doctor said,
"Give those children some shortnin' bread."
Chorus:
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin'' bread,
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread.
When those children, sick in bed,
Heard that talk about shortnin' bread,
Popped up well to dance and sing,
Skipped around and cut the pigeon wing.
Chorus:
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin'' bread,
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread.
Slip to the kitchen, slip up the led,
Filled my pockets full of shortnin' bread;
Stole the skillet, stole the led,
Stole the gal makin' shortnin' bread.
Chorus:
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin'' bread,
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread.
Caught me with the skillet, caught me with the led,
Caught me with the gal makin' shortnin' bread;
Paid six dollars for the skillet, six dollars for the led,
Spent six months in jail eatin' shortnin' bread.
Chorus:
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin'' bread,
Mama's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin',
Mama's little baby loves shortnin' bread.
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"If you cannot lift the load off another's back, do not walk away. Try to lighten it."
~ Frank Tyger
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