Letra Bake me a country ham Cledus T. Judd

Bake me a country ham

Bake Me A Country Ham
I was sitting there, with my fork in hand
Staring at my lousy ravioli can
As she walked right in and said to me
Is there any way that I can make your day complete
I told her if theres anyway you can
Could you grease up that old metal roasting pan
And bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave it in till its golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Let the sweet smell fill the air
Serve it to me in my underwear
Im tired of eating imitation Spam
Could you bake me a country ham
I looked at her, with hungry eyes
She asked if I needed ketchup for my curly fries
I held my breath I could hardly wait
For my little slice of heaven on that Dixie plate
I could feel the juices running down my chin
As my stomach started singing once again
Could you bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave it in till its golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Let the sweet smell fill the air
Serve it to me in my easy chair
Im tired of eating imitation Spam
Could you bake me a country ham
Could bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave it in till its golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Serve it to me in my underwear
I m tired of eating imitation Spam
Could you bake me a country ham
Let the sweet smell fill the air!