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Dolly Parton |
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Miscellaneous |
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Old Black Kettle |
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Well i remember when i was just little |
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Mama used to cook on an old black kettle |
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On an old wood stove she'd had since she was wed |
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Well the oven door was sprung a little bit |
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So we propped it up with a forked stick |
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But that didn't matter cause mama kept us fed |
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My mama and daddy must have loved each other |
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Cause i had eleven sisters and brothers |
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And the girls worked just as hard as the boys did |
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There was corn to hoe then we'd go hoe it |
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We might have been poor but we didn't know it |
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We'd heard that word but we didn't know what it meant |
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Oh we used to have such a good life |
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And the days that i knew then are the happiest i've known |
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And oh didn't we have such a good time |
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It's sad to think the old black kettle's gone |
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Well there was nothing that pleased us any better |
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Than when we got an occasional letter |
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From kin folks livin' up north in some big town |
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We'd think of all the games we'd play |
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And we just couldn't hardly wait |
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When our city cousins said they'ze a comin' down |
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Now mama's done away with the old black kettle |
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She used to cook in when i was just little |
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And the door ain't sprung on her electric range |
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That little farm and home we had |
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It ain't there no more and that's too bad |
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Folks are doin' away with the simple things |
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And oh we used to have such a good life |
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And the days that i knew then are the happiest i've known |
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And oh didn't we have such a good time |
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It's sad to think the old black kettle's gone |
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Now, i just mean to say the simple things are gone |
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The old black kettle's gone |
