Buddy Moss - Talking About My Time lyrics

I don't want no cornbread, meat and black mola**es I don't want no cornbread, meat and black mola**es At suppertime, Lord, Lord, Lord, at suppertime I'm gonna set down, have a little talk with my captain I'm gonna set down, have a little talk with my captain About my time, Lord, Lord, Lord, about my time If I can only make June, July and August If I can only make June, July and August I'm goin' back home, Lord, Lord, Lord, I'm goin' back home (spoken: Aw, play it) I got a letter, letter from my Mother this morning I got a letter, letter from my Mother this morning "Son, come home", Lord, Lord, Lord, "Son, come home" I didn't have no, have no ready-made money I didn't have no, have no ready-made money I couldn't go home, Lord, Lord, Lord, I couldn't go home