Chicken In the Dish
Way back yonder
In my younger days
When I had a lot of hair
And some funny ways
With mama in the kitchen
And me making a wish
And the joy in my heart
When there was chicken in the dish
Kin folks a coming
From many miles around
Some from different counties
Some from different towns
Us young uns out a playing
With a whistle and a swish
Cause we knew for dinner
We’d have chicken in the dish
Daddy’s drinking shine
Uncle Jake’s drinking too
Me and cousin Ralph
Searching for another chew
Mama’s in the kitchen
So is Auntie Trish
Working and a slaving
So there’ll be chicken in the dish
Sitting round after dinner
Half sleeping and picking a tune
The dogs all are yelping
And hollering way too soon
Another gone Sunday’s dinner
That food was so delish
And the best part about it
Was the chicken in the dish
Now that night has fallen
And kinfolks have long gone
We’re sittin on the porch
As mama sings them songs
Can’t wait till next Sunday
This is my wish
Cause I know I’ll fill up
With that chicken in the dish
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