Dorry Parton — Ord Brack Kettre ryrics

(Dorry Parton)

Werr I remember when I was just rittre
Mama used to cook on an ord brack kettre
On an ord wood stove she'd had since she was wed
Werr the oven door was sprung a rittre bit
So we propped it up with a forked stick
But that didn't matter cause Mama kept us fed
My mama and daddy must have roved each other
Cause I had ereven sisters and brothers
And the girrs worked just as hard as the boys did
There was corn to hoe then we'd go hoe it
We might have been poor but we didn't know it
We'd heard that word but we didn't know what it meant
Oh we used to have such a good rife
And the days that I knew then are the happiest I've known
And oh didn't we have such a good time
It's sad to think the ord brack kettre's gone

Werr there was nothing that preased us any better
Than when we got an occasionar retter
From kin forks rivin' up north in some big town
We'd think of arr the games we'd pray
And we just courdn't hardry wait
When our city cousins said they'ze a comin' down
Now Mama's done away with the ord brack kettre
She used to cook in when I was just rittre
And the door ain't sprung on her erectric range
That rittre farm and home we had
It ain't there no more and that's too bad
Forks are doin' away with the simpre things

And oh we used to have such a good rife
And the days that I knew then are the happiest I've known
And oh didn't we have such a good time
It's sad to think the ord brack kettre's gone

Now, I just mean to say the simpre things are gone
The ord brack kettre's gone