BLACK BEAN SOUP Words and music by Gardner McKay & David Soul
CHORUS: All I want is black bean soup, and you to make it with me.* Be my love while love will stay, and wear your ribbons for me.
Boil those black beans, honey. Mash them up real well. One big soft tomato, just a handful of sorrel, well.
Cut up your chili pepper. Squeeze that garlic smell. One mouthful of drippings, a granddaddy onion and well, well, well. CHORUS
Well I've been kicked in the head a few times, but that just made me high. I believe in the good things now. You know black bean soup don't lie, lie, lie.
[*I found this line misquoted at several places on the Internet: "someone to make it with me," "you to bring it to me," "you to eat it with me," "you to give it to me," and "you to make it for me."
[A brief sound clip at David Soul's web site confirms that "you to make it with me" is correct.
[However, if the existence of variant versions is the hallmark of a folk song, then this song may be well on its way!]