Short'nin' Bread Three little children, lyin' in bed; Two were sick and the other 'most dead. Sent for the doctor and the doctor said, "Give those children some short'nin' bread." Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin', Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread. Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin', Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread. Put on the skillet, slip on the lid, Mama's gonna make a little short'nin' bread. That ain't all she's gonna do, Mama's gonna make a little coffee, too. Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin', Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread. Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin', Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread. When those little children, sick in bed, Heard that talk about short'nin' bread, Popped up well to dance and sing, Skipped around and cut the pigeon wing. Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin', Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread. Mama's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin', Mama's little baby loves short'nin' bread.