Grandma made the biscuits, Papa made the soupMama made the beans and just enough to feed a troopSister made the table, just as pretty as you’ve seenSo what makes me so doggone mean?Sticky Boiled Beans and biscuits made of stoneA gallon pot of soup with nothing in it but the boneThe sight’ll make you sorry, the smell’ll make you moanBut I’m very very hungry so leave mine aloneGod made all the greens but Mama made them greyShe swears they’re not the same ones that we had the other dayYou have to clean your plate up if you want to be politeSo what makes Grandma look so white?Sticky Boiled Beans and biscuits made of stoneA gallon pot of soup with nothing in it but the boneThe sight’ll make you sorry, the smell’ll make you moanBut I’m very very hungry so leave mine aloneWhat I wouldn’t give now for a great big juicy chopA heap of mashed potatoes, you know, with the gravy all on topA cool fresh salad, some old French wineBut don’t you know exactly what I’ll find?Sticky Boiled Beans and biscuits made of stoneA gallon pot of soup with nothing in it but the boneThe sight’ll make you crazy, the smell’ll make you groanBut I’m very very hungry so leave mine aloneMama tries her best now and you know she means so wellThat if I said what’s on my mind, I’d wind up in Hell!Papa’d be the one to kill me, but you know something, I don’t careSay, I wonder what they eat down there – no, I don’t…Sticky Boiled Beans and biscuits made of stoneA gallon pot of soup with nothing in it but the boneThe sight’ll make you sorry, the smell’ll make you moanBut I’m very very hungry so leave mine aloneSticky Boiled Beans and biscuits made of stoneA gallon pot of soup with nothing in it but the boneThe sight’ll make you crazy, the smell’ll make you groanBut I’m very very hungry so leave mine aloneGo and get your ownLeave mine alone