Alabama - Food On The Table lyrics

My dad was a big man with a will that was tough He was at his best when the going was rough He made a livin' for the family and never had to cheat To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet. We sat down at the table and thanked God in prayer 'Cause we had plenty to eat and plenty to wear We had patches on our britches but mamma kept us neat We had food on the table and shoes on our feet. We picked the cotton and gathered the corn We were to taught to work from the day we were born Mom and Dad and all us children Worked in the summer's heat To keep food on the table and shoes on our feet. We sat down at the table and thanked God in prayer 'Cause we had plenty to eat and plenty to wear We had patches on our britches but mamma kept us neat We had food on the table and shoes on our feet. Well today it's the same no matter where you go If you're gonna stay ahead you've gotta stay on your toes You've gotta be a winner don't believe in defeat If you keep food on the table and shoes on your feet. When you sit down at the table thank God in prayer If you've got plenty to eat and plenty to wear If you've got patches on your britches Just be sure and keep them neat If you've got food on the table and shoes on your feet. We sat down at the table and thanked God in prayer 'Cause we had plenty to eat and plenty to wear We had patches on our britches but mamma kept us neat We had food on the table and shoes on our feet...