300 Pounds of Hongry

300 Pounds Of Hongry - Tony Joe White

300 pounds of hongry

Down to her house with every Sunday

Boil them taters butter them buns

Licking that grease right off the thumb

300 pounds tall as she round

Every pound of that body so fine

I can hardly believe that it's mine

Hey how that three hundred pounds do well miss

When she gets down in the gravy

But god almighty what a soulful groove

When she gets down in the barbecue

300 pounds love as she round

Every pound of that body so fine

I can hardly believe that it's mine oh man

Everybody ask me why

Do you love a woman twice your size

Well don't you know the bigger the better

That three hundred pounds

Sort of got it all together

Loving that lard getting them grits

Loving her more the baby she gits

Now let yourself go

You big old thing don't you know

I don't care if you weighs a ton

Long as I can butter them buns

Your buns my buns

300 pounds tall as she round

You big old thing don't you know

Oh how I love you so much

Three hundred