Lyrics Narration 3

[ Johnny ]
How did how did pop Carter which is June's father
Mama how did he celebrate Christmas when you were first married

[ Maybelle]
When we first married

[ June]
Mama he did have a great big old copper kettle somewhere hid up in the mountains

[ Maybelle]
June can tell you that story John
But I will tell you that he used to go by a bushel of apples
And a bushel of oranges and fruits like that for the girls
And we divided in three three ways and they could do what they wanted to
If they want to give it away okay they couldn't have the rest of the others
Their's had to last them through Christmas and you know
They couldn't go to one or the other girl and say
Hey give me some of your fruit mine's all gone

[ June]
I want to tell you that story about how you asked about the celebratin'
Back years ago they didn't have too much to celebrate with
Up in that country unless you made your own
And my father somewhere had hid the dandiest copper kettle with little pipes
Goin' out of orbit somewhere up in the hills

[ Harold ]
My uncle knew him

[ June]
And my grandmother Carter was quite a woman
And she never said one word to my daddy
But she was always goin' into Clinch Mountain hunkin' wood
And draggin' it down on her back
And she came out of there one day draggin' that great big old forked stick
With a copper kettle right on the end of it
And she was my father's name was Ezra Carter and she'd say Ezra
She said ole Ezra said look here Ezra
I found the dandiest copper kettle for makin' apple butter
And he never said a word

[ Anita ]
And we always had good apple butter