~*`CORNBREAD AND CHICKIN'`*~
Where I come from its cornbread and chickin''
out on the front porch we all are a sittin'
While daddy is a strummin' on his old banjo
mama and the girls are putting on a show
Dosie Doe your partner in circles they go
strutting in line like the ol' rooster crow
Up comes the sun and its finally time to go
out to the fields where seeds need to sow
Pussyfooting through corn fields we stray
hoping the sun of noon soon fades away
At twilight the cornbread starts to bake
as the wheat and corn tumble and shake
As we wait for that finger lickin' taste
of frying chicken in mama's special paste
Where I come from its cornbread and chickin'
and if they're bad your kids get a lickin'
It's what keeps the world safely tickin'
Reflecting on days of cornbread and chickin'
AUDIO: `Where I Come From`
Alan Jackson
Are you still hungry?
`chickin' fried tasty toad legs be ready soon!
