Intro
Dm

Dm                                  G
Holes in the ceiling, holes in our roof
Dm                                          G
Hope that we had got it made now gone in a poof
Dm                            G
When it gonna be turn in the tide?
Dm                                   G
When we gonna see we got god on our side

Chorus
F                   Bb
Quail and dumplings now to the end
F                   Bb
God and her minions as our bosom friends
F                   Bb
We got empty tummies but it won't always be
Dm
One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we

Dm                                      G
Too big our slippers and too small our bed
Dm                                    G
Too bent our bosom and too broke our head
Dm                                  G
We must hit the bottom in order to rise
Dm                                         G
Find peace in a hovel to find home in the sky

F                   Bb
Quail and dumplings now to the end
F                   Bb
God and her minions as our bosom friends
F                   Bb
We got empty tummies but it won't always be
Dm
One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we

C
What are we, why did he do this?
Am
Ain't I a woman, ain't you a man?
C
Why wait for someday, why make a plan?
Am
Fuck birds in bushes, let's take em in hand

Guitar solo
Dm /  /  / G
Dm /  /  / G
Dm /  /  / G
Dm /  /  / G

Dm                                      G
Weather ain't judgment and money ain't love
Dm                                          G
The crimes of a criminal ain't dealt from above
Dm                                       G
I'll hold your hand and we'll say it's enough
Dm                                          G
Satisfied minds and clean hearts and clean tongues

F                   Bb
Quail and dumplings now to the end
F                   Bb
God and her minions as our bosom friends
F                   Bb
We got empty tummies but it won't always be
Dm
One day it's gonna be quail and dumplings for we.