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BREAD PAN Roosevelt Sykes 1937 Roosevelt Sykes (vocal & piano) rec 1937 I met a sweet woman last night, gee but she was just my size, I met a sweet woman last night, she was just my size, I taken her home with me, just to bake my cakes and pies! She's a good kitchen mechanic, knows how to make my biscuit rise, She's a good kitchen mechanic, she knows how to make my biscuit rise, She use the best bakin' powders, an' I declare her pan is just my size! Makes my bread rise late hours in the night, She makes my bread rise late hours in the night, When I put my bread in her pan, I shoves it clean out of sight! Oh-oh, I found my type o' woman at last, Oh-oh, I found my type o' woman at last, She is just my size, an' I declare she ain't too fast! She don't run around ridin' in taxi cabs, She don't run around ridin' in taxi cabs, She is much sweeter than the woman that I used to have! (Contributed by Peter Akers - February 2010)

    


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