Riches They say that times were tough then That money was very tight But I remember my childhood And I know that cant be right Mom would cook our dinner Dad came home at five We were all sitting at the table Waiting for him to arrive We wouldnt eat from a microwave Or a restaurant down the street We all ate Moms home cooking And boy that cant be beat We didnt eat in front of the TV Or with a phone in our hand We werent plugged into a stereobopping to the latest band We would all sit at the table Everyone in their place There were never any surprises We recognized every face Brothers to the left of me Sisters to the right Thats the way we ate dinner Every single night We laughed we joked we talked we ate We were a family dont you see Though some may have been raised poor You can see it wasnt me We ate collards we ate biscuits We ate fatback and blackeyed peas We said yes sir we said no sir We said thank you maam and please So when you talk of family life Or how it used to be Though many had more money None were as rich me
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 03:47:46 +0000
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