Sticky Boiled Beans -- Liner Notes

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Sticky Boiled Beans

Piano, Synth & Vocal	Ed Rashed
Harmony Vocal	Amy Hanish Anderson
Violin	Diane Orson
Bass	Dave Anderson
Drums	Steve Chaggaris
Group Harmony	Ed Rashed, Amy Hanish Anderson, Red Riley,
	Dave Anderson, Gilby Hager, Patti Haynes,
	Steve Chaggaris, Mike Caglianone, Janet Hicks

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Ed wrote this wonderfully unusual song for a production of the musical

The Outcasts of Poker Flats back in 1988. When we were choosing material

for our ’97 reunion concert, Bob Colonna, the director of Outcasts and

long-time friend of Ragwagon, suggested we give this song the chance it

never had and let it be sung by a legitimate jazz singer — it’s author.

Sticky Boiled Beans is one of our new favorites.

Lyrics

Grandma made the biscuits, Papa made the soup
Mama made the beans and just enough to feed a troop
Sister made the table, just as pretty as you've seen
So what makes me so doggone mean?

Sticky Boiled Beans and biscuits made of stone
A gallon pot of soup with nothing in it but the bone
The sight'll make you sorry, the smell'll make you moan
But I'm very very hungry so leave mine alone

God made all the greens but Mama made them grey
She swears they're not the same ones that we had the other day
You have to clean your plate up if you want to be polite
So what makes Grandma look so white?

What I wouldn't give now for a great big juicy chop
A heap of mashed potatoes, you know, with the gravy all on top
A cool fresh salad, some old French wine
But don't you know exactly what I'll find?

Sticky Boiled Beans and biscuits made of stone
A gallon pot of soup with nothing in it but the bone
The sight'll make you crazy, the smell'll make you groan
But I'm very very hungry so leave mine alone

Mama tries her best now and you know she means so well
That if I said what's on my mind, I'd wind up in Hell!
Papa'd be the one to kill me, but you know something, I don't care
Say, I wonder what they eat down there - no, I don't...

Go and get your own
Leave mine alone

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