Shortnin' Bread

Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread.
Put on the skillet,
Slip on the lid,
Mama’s gonna make
A little short’nin' bread.
That ain’t all
She’s gonna do,
Mama’s gonna make
A little coffee, too.
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread.
Three little children,
Lyin' in bed
Two were sick
And the other 'most dead
Sent for the doctor
And the doctor said,
«Give those children some
Short’nin' bread.»
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread.
When those children,
Sick in bed,
Heard that talk
About short’nin' bread,
Popped up well
To dance and sing,
Skipped around and cut
The pigeon wing.
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread.
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin', short’nin',
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin' bread.