A Cup of Sugar

(Randy Watson)

A song about what American use to be and what it has become.

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When I was little boy 
my mama used to say 
run next door to the Miller's 
we've got a birthday cake to make 
 
you'd think she'd be prepared 
but raisin' three kids all alone 
every house on our street 
felt like a second home 
 
(chorus) 
a cup of sugar 
neighbors would always comply 
a cup of sugar 
we were all tryin' to get by 
 
When the Johnson's little boy drowned in the lake 
we all felt the cruel despair 
Mama said thank the Lord for every day 
Show those we love we care 
 
years went by and I finally returned 
my mama was all alone 
there were fights in the yards over political signs 
the street didn't feel like home 
a cup of sugar 
neighbors would always comply 
a cup of sugar 
we were all tryin' to get by 
 
(break) 
I remember lying on my back 
watchin’ clouds move overhead 
once we had a tornado 
and my big sister XXXX XX XX XXX 
 
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