The Arkansas hills was where I grew up.
I’d run through the woods with my hound dog pup.
When I’d get back home my momma would say,
“Scraps on the table. That’s all for today.”
Scraps on the table. Beans in the pot.
A little cornbread that’s far from hot.
How happy I was to be there on those days.
Scraps on the table with a love that stays.
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Set at the table, but set up real straight.
That’s what mom still says as she puts down my plate.
Milk’s in our glasses. Sorghum’s in a jar.
It’s been too hot for a cooking fire.
Scraps on the table. Beans in the pot.
A little cornbread that’s far from hot.
How happy I am to be here on this day.
Scraps on the table with love that will stay.
Mom says there weren’t much to build a fire for.
It’s been a long time since she’us at the store.
But I’m happy to be eating fried taters cold
with mom and dad; they’re both getting old.
Scraps on the table. Beans in the pot.
A little cornbread that’s far from hot.
How happy I am to be here on this day.
Scraps on the table with love that will stay.
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How happy I am to be here on this day.
Scraps on the table with love that will stay.
I’ve loved it each time that I’ve been told,
“Scraps on the table, but our love’s far from cold.”
Scraps on the table. Beans in the pot.
A little cornbread that’s far from hot.
How happy I am to be here on this day.
Scraps on the table with love that will stay.
Scraps on the table with a love that will stay.
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Fried taters, beans and cornbread around the dinner table with my parents sounds good to me, heavenly actually. Some of the best meals my mom ever put on the table where leftovers! Since our refrigerator was the ole non defrost time Mom had to defrost it once a week and she made the best homemade soup from the leftover. Sometimes she made fried peaches pies from the biscuit dough she saved from breakfast. Yum, yum, yum!
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