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[ Tekst: Paul Gelsomine ]

Now mammas got some catfish
Fry’n in the pan
She turn em up and down
Til they’re nice and brown
She made a stack of pancakes
The buttermilk kind
I love to chew them things
Yeah well I chomp `em on down
Let’s thank the Lord for supper time

I’m go’n down to the table
Gonna eat some grub
Good God almighty it’s gonna be fine
It’s all down at the table
Let’s thank the Lord for supper time

I smell southern fried chicken
Old fashioned Tennessee kind
Beer-batter-dipped with gravy on the side
I mix a batch of corn bread
We got fixin’s you can try
Finger lick’n good that you can’t deny

Sweet Molly’s in the kitchen
And she’s bake’n up the pie
Stand’n by the oven
She turns around to me and smiles
She says there ain’t no cook’n
Like the homemade kind
And if you got your doubts mister
I can sure tell you why

Come on down to the table
And eat some grub
Good God I know it’s gonna be fine
It’s all down at the table
Let’s thank the Lord it’s supper time