Originally Posted by swamp_fever2002
Originally Posted by poorcountrypreacher


"I got a deer, home in a pen,
Corn to feed him on,
All I need is a pretty little girl,
To feed him when I'm gone."

A gold star to anyone who can identify the lyrics.


Bake 'em biscuits, baby
Bake 'em good and brown
When you get them biscuits baked
We're Alabama bound


You win the prize!


All the labor of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.