| 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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| Now 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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| With 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
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| Now hold me steady. |
| I am really ready
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| Now all that meat and no potatoes
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| I don’t think that peas are bad
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| With me 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 just 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'. |
| yeah really screamin'
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| All that meat and no potatoes
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| I don’t t think that beans are bad
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| With me most most anything goes
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| (that's what I like about you)
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| Looked in the pot, what a sight
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| Cause woman you know without rice beans just 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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| Now woman, I’m steamin'. |
| yeah really screamin'
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| (it ain’t rationed)
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| All that meat and no potatoes
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| Where is my fry and ham bone? |
| Where is it? |