Shortnin' Bread Songtext
von Mississippi John Hurt

Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', shortnin′
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin′, shortnin'
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread
Three little children layin′ in the bed
Two were sick and the other 'most dead
Sent for the doctor, the doctor said
"Feed those children on shortnin′ bread"
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin', shortnin′
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', shortnin′
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread
When those children layin' in the bed
Heard that talk about shortnin' bread
They popped up well and started to sing
Skipping ′round the room doing the pigeon wing
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', shortnin′
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′, shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread


Put on the skillet
Put on the lid
Mamma′s going to make some shortnin' bread
That′s not all she's going to do
Mamma′s going to cook us some cocoa too
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′, shortnin'
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', shortnin′
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread
I snuck to the kitchen, picked up the lid
I filled my pockets full of shortnin' bread
I winked at the pretty little girl and said
"Baby, how′d you like some shortnin' bread"
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′, shortnin′
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′ bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′, shortnin'
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread
Got caught with the skillet
Got caught with the lid
Got caught with my mouth full of shortnin' bread
Six months for the skillet, six months for the lid
Six months in the jail eatin′ shortnin′ bread
Mamma's little baby loves shortnin′, shortnin'
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin' bread
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin', shortnin'
Mamma′s little baby loves shortnin′ bread