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Shortenin' Bread (from Lily May Ledford)

Well now, Old Mother Hubbard now, talking to me
Getting mighty old, mighty hard to see
Her old dog turned his head
Won't have nothing but shortenin' bread.

Chorus: I like the shortening bread
            You like the shortening bread
            They like the shortening bread
            Everybody like the shortenin' bread.

Well… Sheeps in the meadow, cows in the corn
Where in the world has the little boy gone
Out in the kitchen his hat on his head
Getting him stuffed? with shortenin' bread.

Well...Poor old

Worked all summer