Woodie Brothers
Well, I got no skillet and I got no lid And the ash cake tastes like shortening bread I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there Chorus: Over there, over there I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there Well I got no skillet, I got no lid Ashcake tastes like shortenin’ bread! I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there Well I met old Satan down the lane And I hit him in the head with a walking cane I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there Well I run old Satan round the stump I give him a kick with every jump I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there Well I ran old Satan through the door Hit him in the head with a two-by-four I’m gonna wear that starry crown over there