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