Johnny Cash - Narration v4 lyrics
[Johnny Cash - Narration v4 lyrics]
How did how did pop Carter
Which is June's father
Mama how did he celebrate Christmas when
You all were first married
When we first married
Mama he didn't have a great big old copper
Kettle somewhere hid up in the mountain
June can tell you that story John
But I will tell you that he used
To go buy a bushel of apples
And a bushel of oranges and fruit
Like that for the girls
And he'd divided in three three ways and
They could do what they wanted to
If they want to give it
Away okay they couldn't
Have none of the rest of the others see
Theirs had to last them through
Christmas and you know
They couldn't go to one of
The other girls and say
Hey give me some of your
Fruit mine's all gone
I want to tell you that story about
How you asked about the celebrating
Back years ago they didn't have
Too much to celebrate with
Up in that country unless you made your own
And my father somewhere had him the
Dandiest copper kettle with little pipes
Going out all over it somewhere
Up in the hills
My uncle knew him
And my grandmother Carter was quite a woman
And she never said one word to my daddy
But she was always going into
Clinch Mountain hunting wood
And dragging it down on her back
And she came out of there one day
Dragging that great big old forked stick
With a copper kettle right on the end of it
And she was my father's name was
Ezra Carter and she'd say Ezra
She said oh Ezra said look here Ezra
I found the dandiest copper kettle
For making apple butter
And he never said a word
And we always had good apple butter
Which is June's father
Mama how did he celebrate Christmas when
You all were first married
When we first married
Mama he didn't have a great big old copper
Kettle somewhere hid up in the mountain
June can tell you that story John
But I will tell you that he used
To go buy a bushel of apples
And a bushel of oranges and fruit
Like that for the girls
And he'd divided in three three ways and
They could do what they wanted to
If they want to give it
Away okay they couldn't
Have none of the rest of the others see
Theirs had to last them through
Christmas and you know
They couldn't go to one of
The other girls and say
Hey give me some of your
Fruit mine's all gone
I want to tell you that story about
How you asked about the celebrating
Back years ago they didn't have
Too much to celebrate with
Up in that country unless you made your own
And my father somewhere had him the
Dandiest copper kettle with little pipes
Going out all over it somewhere
Up in the hills
My uncle knew him
And my grandmother Carter was quite a woman
And she never said one word to my daddy
But she was always going into
Clinch Mountain hunting wood
And dragging it down on her back
And she came out of there one day
Dragging that great big old forked stick
With a copper kettle right on the end of it
And she was my father's name was
Ezra Carter and she'd say Ezra
She said oh Ezra said look here Ezra
I found the dandiest copper kettle
For making apple butter
And he never said a word
And we always had good apple butter