Brownie McGhee - Cornbread, Peas and Black Molasses Тексты

I don't want, no cornbread, peas, black molasses
I don't want, no cornbread, peas, black molasses
At suppertime, Lord, Lord, Lord, at suppertime

I got a letter, a letter from my mother this morning
I got a letter, a letter from my mother this morning
She said, "Come home", Lord, Lord, Lord, "Son, come home"

I ain't got no, got no ready-made money
I ain't got no, got no ready-made money
I can't go home

If I could make June, July and August
If I could make June, July and August
Then I'd go home, Lord, Lord, Lord, then I'd go home