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Shortnin' Bread
Folk Song
Written By: Unknown
Copyright UnknownPut on the skillet, slip on the lid,
Mama's gonna make a
little short'nin' bread.
That ain't all she's gonna do,
Mama's gonna make a little coffee, too.
Mama's little
baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread,
Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's
little baby loves short'nin' 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 short'nin' bread."
Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread,
Mama's little
baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread.
When those children, sick in bed,
Heard
that talk about short'nin' bread,
Popped up well to dance and sing,
Skipped around and cut the pigeon wing.
Mama's
little baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread,
Mama's little baby loves short'nin',
short'nin',
Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread.
Slip to the kitchen, slip up the led,
Filled my pockets
full of short'nin' bread;
Stole the skillet, stole the led,
Stole the gal makin' short'nin' bread.
Mama's little
baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread,
Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's
little baby loves short'nin' bread.
Caught me with the skillet, caught me with the led,
Caught me with the gal makin' short'nin' bread;
Paid
six dollars for the skillet, six dollars for the led,
Spent six months in jail eatin' short'nin' bread.
Mama's little
baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread,
Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mama's
little baby loves short'nin' bread.
Me like sing.
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