Alabama - Food On The Table (And Shoes On My Feet) Lyrics

my dad was a big man with a will that was tough He was at his best when the going was rough He made a living for the family and never had to cheat To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet we sat down at the table and thanked god in prayer Cause we had plenty to eat and plenty to wear We had patches on our britches but momma kept us neat We had food on the table and shoes on our feet we picked the cotton and gathered the corn We were taught to work from the day we were born Mom and dad and all us children worked in the summer's heat To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet when you sit down at the table thank god in prayer If you've got plenty to eat and plenty to wear If you've got patches on your britches just be sure to keep em neat If you've got food on the table and shoes on your feet Alabama Lyrics Food On The Table (And Shoes On My Feet) Lyrics