Old Black Kettle
Mama used to cook on an old black kettle On an old wood stove she'd had since she was wed Well the oven door was sprung a little bit So we propped it up with a forked stick But that didn't matter cause Mama kept us fed My mama and daddy must have loved each other Cause I had eleven sisters and brothers And the girls worked just as hard as the boys did There was corn to hoe then we'd go hoe it We might have been poor but we didn't know it We'd heard that word but we didn't know what it meant Oh we used to have such a good life
Well there was nothing that pleased us any better
And oh we used to have such a good life
Now, I just mean to say the simple things are gone
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