You Already Had Your Supper Bubba Patrick — Porch Wisdom with Bubba & Trigger [Intro — Boogie piano, Martin guitar] [Spoken] Trigger, I fed you. I was there. You were there. The bowl was there for a little while. [Verse 1] You were sleeping by the table, Had no business left to do. Then you heard a biscuit breaking, And your strength came back to you. Now you’re sitting like a statue, Looking noble, looking thin. If somebody took your picture, They’d think times were mighty grim. [Verse 2] Got your eyes fixed on my plate there, Got one paw up off the floor. Like you’ve crossed the hills of Georgia And can’t travel anymore. But I watched you eat your supper, Then you licked that bowl around. Son, you pushed it through the kitchen Till the refrigerator slowed you down. [Chorus] You already had your supper, You already cleaned your plate. You can smell another biscuit Without calling it your fate. You got food, you got a soft bed, Got somebody scratching your ears. You already had your supper— You’re doing pretty good ’round here! [Verse 3] Then I sat down with my coffee, Started looking at guitars. Saw a beauty in a photograph— Well, I didn’t get too far. Said, “Now, that would sound so pretty.” Heather smiled and looked at me. “Isn’t that your Martin sitting Right beside your rocking seat?” [Spoken] Well, yes, ma’am. But this one’s— [Pause] Trigger, quit looking at me. [Verse 4] I could hear myself explaining Why I needed something new. You were working on a biscuit, I was working on guitar number two. So I closed that little window, Took my Martin from its stand. Played a chord that filled the kitchen— Had a good thing in my hands. [Chorus] You already had your supper, You already cleaned your plate. You can smell another biscuit Without calling it your fate. You got food, you got a soft bed, Got somebody scratching your ears. You already had your supper— You’re doing pretty good ’round here! [Instrumental — Harmonica solo, boogie piano answers] [Bridge] Nothing wrong with looking forward, Saving up for something fine. But I’d nearly missed an evening Shopping for a better time. Had my wife there at the table, Had my dog down by my shoe. Had six strings beneath my fingers— So I played a song or two. [Verse 5] Pretty soon your eyes got heavy, And your head began to nod. All that standing watch for biscuits Is a mighty tiring job. Heather carried off the dishes, I kept picking soft and low. You stretched out beneath the table— Finally let that biscuit go. [Final Chorus] You already had your supper, You already cleaned your plate. There’ll be breakfast in the morning, You don’t need to guard the cake. You got food, you got a soft bed, Got somebody scratching your ears. You already had your supper— We’re doing pretty good ’round here! [Tag] Got a Martin, got some music, Got my people close and near. You already had your supper— We’re doing pretty good ’round here! [Outro — Spoken] Well, look at him. Sound asleep. [Sound of a small paper bag rustling] Oh, now you’re healed. [Harmonica flourish and band finish]
