| A man works hard then comes on home,
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| Expects to find stew with that fine ham bone.
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| He opens the door, then start to lookin',
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| Says, Woman, what’s this stuff you’re cookin'?
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| All that meat and no potatoes
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| Just ain’t right, like green tomatoes.
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| Here I’m waiting, palpitatin',
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| For all that meat and no potatoes.
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| All that meat and no potatoes
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| All that food to the alligators, yes.
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| Hold me steady. |
| I am ready
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| For all that meat and no potatoes.
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| I don’t think that peas are bad.
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| With meat most anything goes.
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| I look into the pot. |
| I’m fit to fight
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| 'Cause, woman, you know that mess ain’t right.
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| All that meat and no potatoes
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| Just ain’t right, like green tomatoes.
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| Woman, I’m steamin'. |
| I’m really screamin'
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| All that meat and no potatoes.
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| Where is my fry and ham bone? |
| Where is it? |