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(Verse 1)
In a kitchen, down in Georgia, where the flour's always spread,
There's a tale about a loaf, that's better left unsaid.
It ain't your usual story, 'bout biscuits or cornbread,
It's 'bout a fella and his sour dough, that went straight to his head.

(Chorus)
Sour bread, sour bread, ain't nothin' sweet about it,
It's like love gone wrong, can't do nothin' about it.
In the oven, it rose, but it turned out so wrong,
Now it's just a memory, a sour bread song.

(Verse 2)
He kneaded and he folded, like his mama taught him well,
But somethin' in that mixture, just had a different smell.
He let it rise too long, or maybe not enough,
Now that sour taste lingers, it's in his heart, it's in his stuff.

(Chorus)
Sour bread, sour bread, ain't nothin' sweet about it,
It's like love gone wrong, can't do nothin' about it.
In the oven, it rose, but it turned out so wrong,
Now it's just a memory, a sour bread song.

(Violin solo)

(Bridge)
He tried to fix it, added sugar, added salt,
But that sour taste lingered, it's nobody's fault.
He threw it out, but that sour dough still haunts his dreams,
Like a love gone sour, nothin's what it seems.

(Chorus)
Sour bread, sour bread, ain't nothin' sweet about it,
It's like love gone wrong, can't do nothin' about it.
In the oven, it rose, but it turned out so wrong,
Now it's just a memory, a sour bread song.

(Outro)
So if you're bakin' bread, remember this tale instead,
Keep it sweet, keep it simple, don't let it go to your head.
For once you taste that sour, there ain't no turnin' back,
It's like a broken heart, in a sour bread sack.