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 Every Friday afternoon

when I was just a kid

well, to think about it makes me grin

for this is what we did

We'd ride the school bus home from school

and we knew just what we'd find

Momma alway's cleaned the frigidair

and there'd be left overs of every kind

For supper

Theye'd be a little cup of brocalli

a little plate of corn

a litler bowl of rice and gravy

and some chicken she had warmed

some black eyed peas in a bowl

tater salad from the night before

a little bit of okra, some home made soup

and fried corn bread galore

Then we'd sit around the table

and after Daddy said the grace

He'd say, There's enough here for every one

with a smile upon his face

and after every bowl was cleaned

and sopped out with a piece of bread

Then Mom brought bread pudding out

boy we was country fed

Left overs were sometimes better

than the day when they were cooked

we always laughed bout Friday's suppers

but on left overs we was hooked

and as I think back to the time

when I was just a kid

I wish I could go back one more time

and eat left overs, just like I did