Take An Old Cold Tater And Wait

When I was a little boy around the table at home

I remember fairly well when company would come

I would have to be right still until the whole crowd ate

My mamma always said to me Jim take a tater and wait

Now taters never did taste good with chicken on the plate

But I had to eat ’em just the same

That is why I look so bad and have these puny ways

Because I always had to take an old cold tater and wait

Now taters never did taste good with chicken on the plate

But I had to eat ’em just the same

That is why I look so bad and have these puny ways

Because I always had to take an old cold tater and wait

And then the preachers they would come to stay a while with us

I would have to slip around and raise a little fuss

In fear that I would spill the beans or break a china plate

My mamma always said to me Jim take a tater and wait

Well I thought that I would starve to death before my time would come

All that chicken they would eat and just leave me the bun

The feet and neck were all that was left upon the china plate

It makes ya pretty darn weak to take an old cold tater and wait

Now taters never did taste good with chicken on the plate

But I had to eat ’em just the same

That is why I look so bad and have these puny ways

Because I always had to take an old cold tater and wait