Alabama Food On The Table Lyrics

Food On The Table Lyrics

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