[G] [C] [D] [G]
[G]My dear I have something to ask you
And I'll [C]try to get it right
You've [D]heard the Light Crust Doughboys
All [C]sing of Martha [G]White
Oh the [G]way to someone's heart dear
That [C]old expression's true
So as [D]long as we're apart
Here's my request of [G]you:
Don't cheat on me with cornbread,
Don't cheat on me with beans
And don't cheat on me with bacon
Cooked up with collard greens
Don't cheat on me with biscuits
With jelly sweet and blue
Keep it in that place where
you know you will be true
Chorus:
Keep it in your [G]pantry
Keep it in your [C]pantry
Keep it in your [D]pantry
Keep it in your [G]pantry
Keep it in your [G]pantry
Keep it in your [C]pantry
Keep it in your [D]pantry
Keep it in your [G]pantry
I hate that I am leaving
And leaving you behind
But soon I'll be returning
With a healthy appetite
Oh and if you are not hungry
As you once were before
I'll know you have betrayed me
Behind that kitchen door
Chorus
Acoustic guitar
Fiddle
Now I've dined the whole over
I've had the fries of France
The melons of Verona
And the sausage of Gsansk
No matter where I've been to
From Houston down to Rome
Nothin's quite as tasty
As what's cookin' right at home
Chorus
[G]My dear I have something to ask you
And I'll [C]try to get it right
You've [D]heard the Light Crust Doughboys
All [C]sing of Martha [G]White
Oh the [G]way to someone's heart dear
That [C]old expression's true
So as [D]long as we're apart
Here's my request of [G]you:
Don't cheat on me with cornbread,
Don't cheat on me with beans
And don't cheat on me with bacon
Cooked up with collard greens
Don't cheat on me with biscuits
With jelly sweet and blue
Keep it in that place where
you know you will be true
Chorus:
Keep it in your [G]pantry
Keep it in your [C]pantry
Keep it in your [D]pantry
Keep it in your [G]pantry
Keep it in your [G]pantry
Keep it in your [C]pantry
Keep it in your [D]pantry
Keep it in your [G]pantry
I hate that I am leaving
And leaving you behind
But soon I'll be returning
With a healthy appetite
Oh and if you are not hungry
As you once were before
I'll know you have betrayed me
Behind that kitchen door
Chorus
Acoustic guitar
Fiddle
Now I've dined the whole over
I've had the fries of France
The melons of Verona
And the sausage of Gsansk
No matter where I've been to
From Houston down to Rome
Nothin's quite as tasty
As what's cookin' right at home
Chorus