Food On The Table (and Shoes On My Feet) Lyrics

Food On The Table (and Shoes On My Feet)

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

He was at his 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 to wear

We had patches on our britches but momma kept us neat

We
had food on the table and shoes on our feet





we picked the cotton
and gathered the corn

We were taught to work from the day 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 thank 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've got food on the table and shoes on your feet