Bill Withers - Cold Baloney Lyrics
Cold Baloney, and I'm home by myself.Well I'm five years old, and it sure is coldMama's out cookin' steak for someone elseSure am sleepy, but I'm gonna wait till my mama comesWell if the rich folks don't eat up all that good meat,Mama's gonna brings me some.Talking about that cold baloney, mayonnaise, and breadWell if it wasn't for cold baloney, you know I would have been dead.Poor mama, she sure looks tiredShe said "what you eatin' son?""I believe that cold baloney sandwich looks good.Would you please fix you mama one?"Talking about cold baloney, mayonnaise, and breadWell if it wasn't for cold baloney, you know I would have been deadBaloney was good enough for my father, good enough for my motherThat baloney saved me and my brotherCold baloney, mayonnaise, and bread