Old Man Luedecke - Joy of Cooking lyrics

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<b>Joy of Cooking</b> by <i>Old Man Luedecke</i><br />

In uncertain hours our forebears looked

To the more certain power of the Holy Good Book

They opened up a verse then they read out the Word

There was the voice of God and the answer that they heard

As for me I've a less oracular bent

Spend most of my time

Wondering where my time was spent

But in particular desperation on a Sunday afternoon

When all I held as good in life was in some random swoon

I opened up a book, on the shelf near my Bible

Opened up a book for culinary survival

I took a look in The Joy of Cookin'

Joy of Cookin', oh, why, oh?

If I'm not mistaken, the answer’s bacon

Answer's bacon, oh, why, oh?

So I went and got my frying pan and cooked about a pound

Me and my little wife and children sat us down

Grace was spoken in that bacon scent profound

All I had and lost was found