Rain in the summer
Rain in the fall
Rain in the springtime's
The best time of all
You who speak good English
Have all that you need
But a strange tongue's a burden
A poor mouth to feed

Potatoes in the morning
Potatoes at night
Potatoes when you're hungry
They make you feel all right
All right
Poor mouth

I have climbed the misty mountains
Through river, rain and flood
And what I brought home with me
I have paid for with my blood
Why bring your God and strange ways
To where troubles thrive and breed
For a strange tongue's a burden
A poor mouth indeed

Potatoes in the morning
Potatoes at night
Potatoes when you're hungry
Make you feel all right
All right
Poor mouth