I Havent Got a Pot to Cook In by Bob Miller Lyrics

I haven’t got a pot to cook in
Haven’t got a bed of silk
But I got a milkmaid back of the jail
She’s makin’ lots of money pedalin’ her pail of milk
Hoddy, hoddy, hoddy, ho ho oh

I haven’t got a pot to cook in
Haven’t got a Stetson hat
But I got a sweetie dressed in Indigo Black
For the guy who tries to enter her little flat

I haven’t got a pot to cook in
Haven’t got any jingling change
But I’ve got a sweetie cookin’ for Mr. Young
He’s been teachin’ sweetie how to use her kitchen range
Hoddy, hoddy, hoddy, ho ho oh

I haven’t got a pot to cook in
Won’t leave nothin’ when I die
But I know a mama up in Kalamazoo
Who’s a marvel with comes to a apple pie
I haven’t got a pot to cook in
Fame and fortune I don’t seek
When it comes to plumbing or to fixing a lock
I can stop most any hole in a pipe that leaks

I haven’t got a pot to cook in
Just don’t know how money feels
But I got a mamma at Niagara Falls
Who’s a wizard when it comes to handling business deals