*Talk about your old cow meat, your mutton and your lamb, You ought for to see those people down South, sure make good sweet ham. 
Oh, how them people yell, when they heard the dinner bell, Oh, how that ham meat smells, three miles away. 
Rich folks go to the market house, buy that mutton and lamb, I’m going back to the butcher shop, to get that good sweet ham. 
Oh, how them people yell, when they heard the dinner bell, Oh, how them onions smell, three miles away. 
Take about your fried chicken, It’s nothing but a sham, If you want a real meal, call for county ham. 
Oh, how them poor folks yell, when they heard the dinner bell, Oh, how them onions smell, three miles away. 
Talk about your red snapper fish, hot cakes from the pan, I’m going back to farm smoke house, get that good sweet ham. 
Oh, how them boarders yell, when they heard the dinner bell, Oh, how that ham meat smells, three miles away. 
Talk about your fried chicken, you think you’re living easy, That ain’t nothing to compare with the country ham and gravy. 
Oh, how them people yell, when they heard the dinner bell, Oh, how them onions smell, three miles away. 
All the meat I ever eat, ain’t going to tell you no sham, Bake it high, stew or fry, still be country ham. 
Oh, how them boarders yell, when they heard that dinner bell, Oh, how them onions smell, three miles away. 
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