Lyrics:
To see waters glidin', hear the nightingale sing Some like 'em light, some like 'em brown Some like 'em thin as possible Give me my sorghums thick 'n'
rack full of biscuits Make my coffee black if you please If you feed me out of Dixie in a style so grand You'll have yourself a happy man Sorghum
I see something there, you liked it, too And waited there, I did, for you Sorghum I set about Sorghum I set about Sorghum I set about For you, he
All I know Is the sorghum grows And the mortgage lows Back home For all I know Are the mortar rows That the Oregon flows Back home But time isn't
yeah i'ma go incognito on this joint here yeah do you remember the sorghum breakfast treat referred to as grits but it looks like cream of wheat
sew and could mend My daddy owned an interest in that old sorghum mill Just-a watchin' all that money roll in Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
a little cane Raise a barrel of Sorghum, To sweeten ol' Liza Jane. Yonder comes that gal of mine, How do you think I know I know by that gingham gown,
daddy owned an interest in that old sorghum mill Just-a watchin' all that money roll in Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
a little cane Raise a barrel of Sorghum sweet lil' Liza Jane. Black cloud's a-risin' surest sign of rain Get the old grey bonnet on Little Liza Jane.
a little cane Raise a barrel of sorghum Sweet little Liza Jane Black clouds arising Sure sign of rain Put that old gray bonnet On little Liza
operator Sister could sew and could mend My daddy owned an interest in that old sorghum mill Just-a watchin' all that money roll in Roll in my sweet baby's
sew and could mend My daddy owned an interest in that old sorghum mill Just-a watchin' all that money roll in Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
of sorghum He'll know exactly what you mean He'll meet you in the back of the woods at midnight Bring a lantern 'cause it's hard to find He's got
him on All I need is a pretty little girl To feed him when I'm gone Goin' on a mountain To sow a little cane Raise a barrel of Sorghum Sweet little
It's sweet as sorghum syrup and good ol' blue ribbon cane She gives me lots of sugar and she never spill a grain She's my Texarkana baby She's my
I'm gone All I need is a pretty little girl To feed him when I'm gone Rollin' down the mountain To sow a little cain Raise a barrel of sorghum Sweet
Montana night We buried mama late that summer Up beside ole sorghum creek Not before I made a promise And that's a promise I must keep Cause I'm leaving
the sorghum liquor to its bottle And the bottle to the mud, and the grass in the air That pricks my nose and burns my tongue I'll return to the field
Vs. 1 Goin' down the mountain to see that gal of mine Lives in the holler, sweet little clementine Sorghum molasses, wild honey from the trees
crow She sang while she worked and I'm sorry to say I'm glad she can't hear what I'm singin today They dug up a part of the old sorghum mill
and some lonely quiet corners, yeah! Love will be the message the sky will be my forum I see a victory as sweet as tea, like southern sorghum I'm living in
and a hickory grove to burn in my cooking and heating stove and that’s ok And I got me some wheat for my winter’s bread, and a sorghum patch for my sweetening
and Pellegrino's have to stay cool. Cheddar cornbread and Sorghum butter too, You know what it's hotter up in here than the Sous. Have to clean Home Base, and got
A kaleidoscope of hungry brats With sorghum stashed in paper bags Too much sugar makes you sick Take us back to stones and sticks Take us back to treats
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