Corn Bread, Peas and Black Molasses

I don't want, no cornbread, peas, black molasses

I don't want, no cornbread, peas, black molasses

At suppertime, Lord, Lord, Lord, at suppertime

I got a letter, a letter from my mother this morning

I got a letter, a letter from my mother this morning

She said, "Come home", Lord, Lord, Lord, "Son, come home"

I ain't got no, got no ready-made money

I ain't got no, got no ready-made money

I can't go home

If I could make June, July and August

If I could make June, July and August

Then I'd go home, Lord, Lord, Lord, then I'd go home

'Cause I don't want no cornbread, peas, black molasses

'Cause I don't want no cornbread, peas, black molasses

At suppertime, Lord, Lord, Lord, at suppertime