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Take An Old Cold Tater And Wait

Höfundur lags: E.M. Bartlett Flytjandi: Little Jimmie Dickens Sent inn af: Anonymous
[C]When I was a little boy [F]around the table at [C]home
I remember fairly well when [D7]company would [G7]come   
[C]I would have to be right still un[F]til the whole crowd [C]ate  
My mamma always said to me Jim [G7]take a tater and [C]wait

Now taters never [F]did ta[C]ste good with [F]chicken on the [C]plate
But I had to eat 'em [D7]just the [G7]same   
[C]That is why I look so bad and [F]have these puny [C]ways
Because I always had to take an [G7]old cold tater and [C]wait

Now taters never [F]did ta[C]ste good with [F]chicken on the [C]plate
But I had to eat 'em [D7]just the [G7]same   
[C]That is why I look so bad and [F]have these puny [C]ways
Because I always had to take an [G7]old cold tater and [C]wait

And then the preachers they would come to [F]stay a while with [C]us  
I would have to slip around and [D7]raise a little [G7]fuss   
In [C]fear that I would spill the beans or [F]break a china [C]plate
My mamma always said to me Jim [G7]take a tater and [C]wait

Well I thought that I would starve to death be[F]fore my time would [C]come
All that chicken they would eat and [D7]just leave me the [G7]bun   
The [C]feet and neck were all that was left [F]upon the china [C]plate
It makes ya pretty darn weak to take an [G7]old cold tater and [C]wait

Now taters never [F]did ta[C]ste good with [F]chicken on the [C]plate
But I had to eat 'em [D7]just the [G7]same   
[C]That is why I look so bad and [F]have these puny [C]ways
Because I always had to take an [G7]old cold tater and [C]wait

When I was a little boy around the table at home
I remember fairly well when company would come
I would have to be right still until the whole crowd ate
My mamma always said to me Jim take a tater and wait

Now taters never did taste good with chicken on the plate
But I had to eat 'em just the same
That is why I look so bad and have these puny ways
Because I always had to take an old cold tater and wait

Now taters never did taste good with chicken on the plate
But I had to eat 'em just the same
That is why I look so bad and have these puny ways
Because I always had to take an old cold tater and wait

And then the preachers they would come to stay a while with us
I would have to slip around and raise a little fuss
In fear that I would spill the beans or break a china plate
My mamma always said to me Jim take a tater and wait

Well I thought that I would starve to death before my time would come
All that chicken they would eat and just leave me the bun
The feet and neck were all that was left upon the china plate
It makes ya pretty darn weak to take an old cold tater and wait

Now taters never did taste good with chicken on the plate
But I had to eat 'em just the same
That is why I look so bad and have these puny ways
Because I always had to take an old cold tater and wait

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