| lyric | 1. Three little children, lyin' in bed,
Two was sick and the other ’most dead!
Sent for the doctor, doctor said,
’Feed those children on short’nin’ bread.’
Chorus
Mama’s little baby loves short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves short’nin’ bread.
Mama’s little baby loves short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves short’nin’ bread.
2. When them children sick in the bed,
Heard that talk about short’nin’ bread,
Popped up well and dance and sing,
Skippin’ round, out the pigeon wing.
3. So put on the skillet, slip on the lid,
Mammy goin’ make us some short’nin’ bread,
And that ain’t all our mama goin’ do,
She goin’ cook us some coffee, too.
4. I slipped in the kitchen, I raise up the lid,
I stole me a mess of that short’nin’ bread.
I winked at the pretty gal and I said,
’Baby, how’d you like some short’nin’ bread?’
5. They caught me with the skillet, caught me with the lid,
Caught me with that gal making short’nin’ bread.
Six months for the skillet, six months for the lid,
Now I’m doin’ time for eatin’ short-nin’ bread, |