Bobby Bare - Wonderful Soup Stone Lyrics




I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothin' but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.

Hangin' from a string in my momma's kitchen
Back in the hard time days
Was a little ol' stone 'bout the size of an apple
It was smooth and worn and gray.

There wasn't much food in my momma's kitchen
So whenever things got tight
Momma'd boil up some water put in the stone
Say let's have some soup tonight.

And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothin' but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.

It'd been in the family for a whole lotta years
So we knew it was a nourishing thing
And I remember momma as she stirred it in the water
And we could all hear her sing.

It's a magical stone and as long as we got it
We'll never have a hungry night
Just add a little love to the wonderful soup stone
And everything'll be all right.

And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothin' but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.

So it carried us all through the darkenin' days
Till finally the sunshine came
And the soup stone started in a gatherin' dust
But it hung there just the same.

But ever since then Lord the food's been plenty
And ever now and then I find
That momma in the kitchen and the wonderful soup stone
Drifts across my mind.

And again I'd taste, taste the chicken and tomatoes
And the noodles and the marrow bone
But it really wasn't nothin' but some water and potatoes
And the wonderful wonderful soup stone.

We were nourished by the wonderful soup stone.
Oh, the wonderful, wonderful soup stone...





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  1. bubbasouth69

    My grandparents spoke of times like this. Wish I’d have listened better back then. Of course, one of my mama’s specialties when I was growing up was what she called soupy taters!

  2. Zac Monarch

    I wonder how many times these old singers cried before being able to perform their great stories

  3. Redfish Incorporated

    Written by Shel Silverstein like so many other great country songs.

  4. Brenda Fretwell

    first time hearing this one man some true words here love the Bare!

  5. Blogrich55

    completely misses the point of the folk tale. Could have been better worded.

  6. Blogrich55

    Unless you have medical or welfare pay for the procedure then you get nothing.

  7. Contakum

    My mother would simply slice potatoes and fry them. She would then pour me a glass of milk and add chocolate flavoring. I thought around the age of six or seven that was the most delicious meal I could have.

  8. ymp5000

    People don't know what poor is.

  9. Wayne Gould

    don't get no better!