Papa's 'Bout to Get Mad

歌詞

Now my sweet mama packed her grip and started away Said she was leavin' town If I had only thought and asked her to stay She might settle down See I'm feelin' awfully lonesome and blue Since my baby went away Now if I sit down and wrote a letter to her today These are the words I'd say I'd say Sweet mama, mama, papa's 'bout to get mad I know the sweetest peaches don't grow on trees I know the sweetest honey don't come from the bees I'm tired o' list'nin' to your correction You'd better find yourself some good protection I'd say Sweet mama, mama, papa's 'bout to get mad I didn't know that I could get so doggone mean, I mean so mean You beem flirting with the butcher, you flirting with the baker But now you're flirtin' with the undertaker I'd say Sweet mama, mama, papa's 'bout to get mad I didn't know that I could get so doggone tired, I mean so tired You goin' keep on messin' around honey I tell you, you get my goat I got a razor and you got a great a big old throat Sweet mama, mama, papa's 'bout to get mad A rooster was a hangin' 'round the kitchen one day Look at that old cooked hen I am gonna kill that fickle hen before old, because she will not lay But I believe I will wait up and tell Myra, then maybe she might lay That old rooster he went running with some tears in his eyes Said that old hen she did say, all he said Sweet mama, mama, the cook's 'bout to get mad I didn't know hen ,I could be so doggone blue, blue as anything You better run and lay an egg mama, it's the same old joke That cook has a great big axe that may nick your throat Cause, sweet mama, mama, the cook's 'bout to get mad Think about the good times, round the old boneyard he once had, I mean he once had Say you better run to the hen house and lay a egg in the hay I would lay one for you mama but I'm not built that a-way Cause, sweet mama, mama, the cook's done gone mad