Joe Ely - Sister Soak the Beans Lyrics
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Sister Soak the Beans
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What Are The Lyrics For Sister Soak the Beans By Joe Ely?
Sister, soak the beans
I'll be comin' home to chop the onion Mama, light the stove It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done I'll be comin' home I've had enough, I'm done with self-denial Can't you hear me moan? Set the table, I'll be there in a while Workin' on the run Burnin' cactus down on the Rio Grande No shade from the sun Just wishin' I'd get done with shovelin' sand Sister, soak the beans I'll be comin' home to chop the onion Mama, light the stove It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done I'll be comin' home I've had enough, I'm done with self-denial Can't you hear me moan? Set the table, I'll be there in a while I been gone so long Callin' cattle on the Goodnight Lovin' Line Can't you hear my song? The canteen's dry as the dust that's in my eyes Sister, soak the beans I'll be comin' home to chop the onion Mama, light the stove It'll take a while for the cornbread to get done I'll be comin' home I've had enough, I'm done with self-denial Can't you hear me moan? Set the table, I'll be there in a while Last time I got stuck In a Yankee city up above the Dixon Line I run plum out of luck Not an inch of enchilada could I find I'll be comin' home I've had enough, I'm done with self-denial No peace can I find Set the table, I'll be there in a while |
Who Wrote Sister Soak the Beans By Joe Ely?
Joe Ely
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What's The Duration Of The Sister Soak the Beans By Joe Ely?The duration of Sister Soak the Beans is 4:44 minutes and seconds. |
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