Текст песни Alabama - Food On The Table (And Shoes On My Feet)
Alabama - Food On The Table (And Shoes On My Feet) слова песни
my dad was a big man with a will that was toughHe was at his best when the going was roughHe made a living for the family and never had to cheatTo keep food on the table and shoes on our feetwe sat down at the table and thanked god in prayerCause we had plenty to eat and plenty to wearWe had patches on our britches but momma kept us neatWe had food on the table and shoes on our feetwe picked the cotton and gathered the cornWe were taught to work from the day we were bornMom and dad and all us children worked in the summer`s heatTo keep food on the table and shoes on our feetwhen you sit down at the table thank god in prayerIf you`ve got plenty to eat and plenty to wearIf you`ve got patches on your britches just be sure to keep em neatIf you`ve got food on the table and shoes on your feet