Bake Me a Country Ham - Cledus T. Judd

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I was sitting there, with my fork in hand
Staring at my lousy ravioli can
As she walked right in and said to me
Is there any way that I can make your day complete
I told her if there's anyway you can
Could you grease up that old metal roasting pan

And bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave in it till it's golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Let the sweet smell fill the air
Serve it to me in my underwear
I'm tired of eating imitation Spam
Could you bake me a country ham

I looked at her, with hungry eyes
She asked if I needed ketchup for my curly fries
I held my breath I could hardly wait
For my little slice of heaven on that Dixie plate
I could feel the juices running down my chin
As my stomach started singing once again

Could you bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave it in till it's golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Let the sweet smell fill the air
Serve it to me in my easy chair
I'm tired of eating imitation Spam
Could you bake me a country ham

Could bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave it in till it's golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Serve it to me in my underwear
I m tired of eating imitation Spam
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Bake Me a Country Ham Lyrics

[Parody of "Paint Me a Birmingham" by Tracy Lawrence]

I was sitting there, with my fork in hand
Staring at my lousy ravioli can
As she walked right in and said to me
Is there any way that I can make your day complete
I told her if there's anyway you can
Could you grease up that old metal roasting pan

And bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave in it till it's golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Let the sweet smell fill the air
Serve it to me in my underwear
I'm tired of eating imitation Spam
Could you bake me a country ham

I looked at her, with hungry eyes
She asked if I needed ketchup for my curly fries
I held my breath I could hardly wait
For my little slice of heaven on that Dixie plate
I could feel the juices running down my chin
As my stomach started singing once again

Could you bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave it in till it's golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Let the sweet smell fill the air
Serve it to me in my easy chair
I'm tired of eating imitation Spam
Could you bake me a country ham

Could bake me a country ham
Honey glazed with a side of yams
Leave it in till it's golden brown
Pineapples all the way around
Serve it to me in my underwear
I m tired of eating imitation Spam
Could you bake me a country ham

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Barry Poole (born December 18, 1964, in Marietta, Georgia) is a country music singer, parody artist and entertainer best known by his stage name Cledus T. Judd (No Relation) (implying he is not related to The Judds) or often just Cledus T. Judd. Best known for parodies of popular country songs, Judd is sometimes called the "Weird Al" Yankovic of country music, and like Yankovic his albums are usually an equal mix of original comedy songs and parodies.
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