I remember when I was just little mama used to cook in an old black kettle
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On an old wood stove she'd had since she was wed
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Now the oven door was sprung a little bit
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So we propped it up with a forkhead stick
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That didn't matter cause mama kept us fed
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My mama and daddy must've loved each other
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Cause I had a bunch of sisters and brothers
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The girls worked just as hard as us boys did
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There was corn to hoe we'd go hoe it we might've 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 didn't we 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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Oh didn't we have such a good time
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You know it's sad to think the old black kettle's gone
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The old black kettle's gone the old black kettle's gone
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Now there wasn't nothin' that pleased us any better
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Than when we'd get an occasional letter
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From kinfolks livin' up north in some big town
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We'd think of all the games we'd play and we just couldn't hardly wait
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When our city cousins said they was 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 new electric range
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And that little old farm and home we had it ain't there no more and that's too bad
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Folks're doin' away with the simple things
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Oh didn't we have...
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Folks're doin' away with most of the simple things
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Old Black Kettle
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Porter Wagoner |