Sugar and kerosene
As a kid on the ranch, when I’d get the croup
My Ma’d go straight to the core
She’d say, Git the kerosene off’a the shelf
From the back porch, there by the door.
She’d git down the sugar in its yeller can
An’ find us a big silver spoon
She’d have me set down in the blue kitchen chair
An’ she’d say, You’ll feel better real soon.
She’d fill up the spoon with the sugar she’d brought
Then douse it with pure kerosene
She’d say, Open wide, cuz we want you to heal
Why, no time at all you’ll feel keen
When I was a little buck I fought it off
I’d spit it right out if I could
But after some years of me gittin’ that stuff
It finally began tastin’ good
Sugar an’ kerosene, ain’t that a pair
Y’ wouldn’t think that’d cure nothin’
But not too long after I’d swaller that brew
Why, I’d quit m’ coughin’ an’ snuffin’
Now this jist ain’t somethin’ ya give kids today
I won’t recommend that you do
But I tell ya, fer croup an’ a runny ol’ nose
They ain’t nothin’ better fer you.
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