Cramps - Shortnin' Bread

Put on the skillet
Put on the lid
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread

Put on the skillet, put on the lid
I'll maybe gonna make us some shortnin' bread
Well, if that ain't an orgy, then what I'd do
Mamma gonna make us atomic too

Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread

Two little children layin' in the bed
One is sick and the other 'most dead
I called for the doctor, and here's what he said:
"Give them brats some shortnin' bread"

Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread

I went to the kitchen, I opened up the lid
I filled my pockets full of shortnin' bread
I went to the corner and stood on my head
I stood right there and they ate shortnin' bread

Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread

Well I stole the skillet
I stole the the lid
I stole that gal making shortnin' bread
I got a year for the skillet, a year for the lid
A year for taking that gal making shortnin' bread

Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread
Shortnin' bread, shortnin' bread

Written by:
Clement Wood, Jack Wolfe

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