Long Tall Mama Blues

I’ve got a little mama, Got a long, tall mama too
I’ve got a little mama, Got a long, tall mama too;
I ain’t a goin' to tell my little mama
What my long, tall mama can do
She rubbed my back with alcohol, Just to cure my cough
She rubbed my back with alcohol, Just to cure my cough;
Lawd, I like to break my neck
Tryin' to lick the alcohol off
When it comes meal time, I can’t eat a bite
When it comes meal time, I can’t eat a bite;
Wond’ring which mama is goin' to be just too tight
My little mama is good but she’s too darn stout
My little mama is good, lawdy, but she’s too darn stout;
She put ashes in her bed just to keep from slippin' out
If you treat a woman rough, It makes her hang around
Brother treat 'em rough, they’ll always hang around;
She comes right back for mo'
With her little head bowed down
I’m a square shootin' papa, one of the «do right» kind
I’m a square shootin' papa, one of the «do right» kind;
All my woman love me
Cause I’m always there on time