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I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes |
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And the noodles and the marrowbone |
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But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes |
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And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone |
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Hanging from a string in my mama's kitchen, back in the hard time days |
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Was a little ol' stone 'bout the size of an apple, it was smooth and worn and grey |
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There wasn't much food in my mama's kitchen, so whenever things got tight |
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Mama boiled up some water, put in the stone and said "Let's have some soup tonight" |
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And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes |
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And the noodles and the marrowbone |
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But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes |
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And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone |
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It had been in the family for a whole lotta years, so we knew it was a nourishing thing |
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And I remember mama, as she stirred it in the water, and we could all hear her sing |
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"Its a magical stone and as long as we got it, we'll never have a hungry night |
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Just add a little love to the wonderful soupstone and everything will be alright" |
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And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes |
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And the noodles and the marrowbone |
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But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes |
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And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone |
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So it carried us all through the darkening days, 'til finally the sunshine came |
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And the soupstone started into gathering dust, but it hung there just the same |
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And ever since then the food's been plenty, but every now and then I find |
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That mama in the kitchen with the wonderful soupstone, drifts across my mind |
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And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes |
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And the noodles and the marrowbone |
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But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes |
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And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone |
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And again I can taste the chicken and tomatoes |
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And the noodles and the marrowbone |
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But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes |
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And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone |
