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