Put on the skillet, put on the lead,
Mammy's gonna to make a little short'nin' bread;
That ain't all she's gonna to do,
Mammy's gonna to make a little coffee, too.
Chorus:
|: Mammy's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin',
Mammy's little baby loves short'nin' bread. :|
Three little chillun, lying in bed,
Two was sick an' the other 'most dead;
Sent for the doctor, the doctor said,
"Feed those chillun on short'nin' bread."
Chorus:
Snuck in the kitchen, lifted the lead,
Filled my pockets full of short'nin' bread;
Stole the skillet, stole the lead,
Stole the gal makin' short'nin' bread.
Chorus:
Caught me with the skillet, caught me with the lead,
Caught me with the gal makin' short'nin' bread;
Paid six dollars for the skillet, six dollars for the lead,
Spent six months in jail eatin' short'nin' bread.
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