Alabama - Food On The Table

My dad was a big man with a will that was tough


He was the best when the going was rough


He made a living for the family and never had to cheat


To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet





We sat down at the table and thanked God in prayer


Cause we had plenty to eat and plenty wear


We had patches on our britches and momma kept us neat


We had food on the table and shoes on our feet





We picked cotton and gathered the corn


We were taught to work from time we were born


Mom and dad and all us children worked in the summer's heat


To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet





When you sit down at the table and thanked God in prayer


If you've got plenty to eat and plenty to wear


If you've got patches on your britches just be sure to keep'em neat


If you're got food on the table and shoes on your feet