F                        C 
I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes

         F                    C
And the noodles and the marrowbone

        F                             C
But it really wasn't nothin’ but some water and potatoes

         G                    C          C F C F
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone.

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 C                           F      C        
Hanging from a string in my mama's kitchen, 

C            G         D
Back in the hard time days

C                                  F         C
Was a little ol' stone 'bout the size of an apple,

       D                   G
It was smooth and worn and grey

     C                        F      C 
There wasn't much food in my mama's kitchen, 

             G          C
So whenever things got tight

       F                   C
Mama’d boil up some water, put in the stone and say 

 D                    G
"Let's have some soup tonight"

- - -
        F                        C 
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes

         F                    C
And the noodles and the marrowbone

       F                               C
But it really wasn't nothin’ but some water and potatoes

         G                    C         C F C F
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone.  

- - -
   C                            F           C
It had been in the family for a whole lotta years, 

       C              G        C
So we knew it was a nurturing thing

                             F                C
And I remember mama, as she stirred it in the water, 

    D                      G
And we could all hear her say

         C                    F          C
"It’s a magical stone and as long as we got it, 

                    G      C
We'll never have a hungry night

      F                        C
Just add a little love to the wonderful soupstone 

     D                    G
And everything will be alright"

- - -
        F                        C 
And I swear you could taste the chicken and tomatoes

         F                    C
And the noodles and the marrowbone

       F                               C
But it really wasn't nothin’ but some water and potatoes

         G                    C         C F C F
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone.  

- - -
      C                            F       C
So it carried us all through the darkening days

                   G        C
‘til finally the sunshine came

                                    F      C
And the soupstone started in to gathering dust

        D                   G
But if hung there just the same

     C                    F             C
And ever since then, the food’s been plenty

                   G       C
But every now and then I find

       F                              C
That mama, in the kitchen with the wonderful soupstone
  D               G
Drifts across my mind

- - -
             F              C
And again, I can taste the chicken and tomatoes
         F                    C
And the noodles and the marrowbone
       F                               C
But it really wasn't nothin’ but some water and potatoes
         G                    C         C F C F
And the wonderful, wonderful soupstone.