Ronnie Milsap - Country Cookin' lyrics

Folks all love that country cookin' From California to Maine to Tennessee Folks all love that country cookin' Country cookin's the only kind for me Now way back in the country where I was raised up Mama used to take the herbs and things and mix 'em up Always cook up somethin' good Well down here in Music City Pickers and singers been cookin' up their own recipe for a long time And since me and the boys and a few girls are in here cuttin' this record today We thought we'd explain it to ya Now ya gotta have a big iron pot And you take three tablespoons of flat back honkin' down home guitars Aha alright yeah Now we're gonna add one and three fourths cups of slappin' ba** Go on slap it Joe Now to this we add two pounds of fatback drums Alright now I got this big ol' stick over here I'm gonna stir it make sure it's comin' along alright y'all don't mind (Go ahead on) Now we're gonna add two slabs of salted down smokehouse piano right here Yeah mercy mercy it's gettin' good It still don't taste quite right we gotta add somethin' else I think we need a dash of hot boilin' steel And right here I'm gonna add a handful of five-string banjo Right here Wait a minute I've got somethin' else We're gonna add a hunk of choice lean voices to it right here Alright and how about an acre of fiddles Hey alright Now I'm gonna take all of this and put it over a hot hickory fire And we're gonna let it cook Burn I mean burn Cook A-eee Folks all love that country cookin'... Everybody Folks all love that country cookin'... Lord have mercy