Finger Lickin
The skillet’s on the old wood stove
And mamma’s frying chicken
The aroma is driving us crazy
As we know it’s finger licking
Sister’s setting the table
Daddy’s reading the news
Johnny’s washing his hands
And I’m tying my shoes
The winter storm is outside
Trying it best to enter in
But the cabin’s built really solid
By daddy and some of our kin
The water’s in the bucket
I drawed it from the well
And hurried back inside real fast
Because of that chicken smell
Southern fried and crispy
It don’t get better than this
And if you’re late for supper
Finger lickings what you’ll miss
Just a simple family
Living a simple life
With all six of us children
Just a daddy and his wife
All those years behind us now
But those memories linger on
As someone will still recall them
When we all arte gone
The skillet’s on the old wood stove
And mamma’s frying chicken
The aroma is driving us crazy
As we know it’s finger licking
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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