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Bobby Bare ~ The Wonderful Soup Stone
I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
The noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
Hangin' from a string in my momma's kitchen
Back in the hard time days
Was a little old stone 'bout the size of an apple
It was smooth and worn and grey
There wasn't much food in my momma's kitchen
So whenever things got tight
Momma'd boil up some water, put in the stone
Say, "Let's have some soup tonight."
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
It'd been in the family for a whole lot of years
So we knew it was a nourishin' thing
And I remember momma as she stirred it in the water
And we could all hear her sing
"It's a magical stone and as long as we got it
We'll never have a hungry night...
Just add a little love to the wonderful soup stone
And everything will be alright."
And I swear we could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful wonderful soup stone
So it carried us all through the darkening days
'Till finally the sunshine came
And the soup stone started a'gathering dust
But it hung there just the same
Ever since then, Lord, the food's been plenty
But every now and then I find
That momma in the kitchen and the wonderful soup stone
Drifts across my mind
And again I taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
We were nourished by the wonderful soup stone
Oh, the wonderful, wonderful soup stone...
The noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
Hangin' from a string in my momma's kitchen
Back in the hard time days
Was a little old stone 'bout the size of an apple
It was smooth and worn and grey
There wasn't much food in my momma's kitchen
So whenever things got tight
Momma'd boil up some water, put in the stone
Say, "Let's have some soup tonight."
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
It'd been in the family for a whole lot of years
So we knew it was a nourishin' thing
And I remember momma as she stirred it in the water
And we could all hear her sing
"It's a magical stone and as long as we got it
We'll never have a hungry night...
Just add a little love to the wonderful soup stone
And everything will be alright."
And I swear we could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful wonderful soup stone
So it carried us all through the darkening days
'Till finally the sunshine came
And the soup stone started a'gathering dust
But it hung there just the same
Ever since then, Lord, the food's been plenty
But every now and then I find
That momma in the kitchen and the wonderful soup stone
Drifts across my mind
And again I taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothing but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful, wonderful soup stone
We were nourished by the wonderful soup stone
Oh, the wonderful, wonderful soup stone...
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