Mama gonna bargain with the 'ol cook pot
Try to get more than what that bowler got
Don't trim no fat, pulls potatoes from a box
Mama gonna bargain with the 'ol cook pot
Mama gonna water that gravy down
Got to make enough to go around
With five mouths to feed and Papa in the ground
Mama gonna water that gravy down
Well, thank the Lord and sit up straight
Mind your manners and clean your plate
Don't ask for seconds savor every drop
'Cause there's nothin' more comin' from that ol' cook pot
Now Mama's gonna bargain with the ol' cook pot
Pray to the Maker, make the hunger stop
And ask a little more than what we've got
Oh, Mama gonna bargain with the ol' cook pot
Thank the Lord and sit up straight
Mind your manners and clean your plate
Don't ask for seconds savor every drop
'Cause there's nothin' more comin', nothin' more comin', no more
Mama gonna bargain with the 'ol cook pot
Try to get more than what that bowler got
Don't trim no fat, pulls potatoes from a box
Mama gonna bargain with the 'ol cook pot
Mama gonna bargain with the 'ol cook pot
Mama gonna bargain with the 'ol cook pot
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