Sweet Papa, Your Mama's Getting Mad - Marion Harris-歌词

Sweet Papa, Your Mama's Getting Mad - Marion Harris

So my sweet mama packed her bag and started away

She said she's leaving town

Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay

She might have set that satchel down

Well I'm feeling awfully lonesome and blue

Since my mama went away

So I sat down and round and little

Let her do him

If that I what say

Sweet mama

Papa's getting 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 of listening to your corrections

You'd better find some good protection

Sweet mama

Papa's done gone mad

I never thought I'd ever feel so bad

You flirted with the butcher you flirted with the baker

Now you're flirting with the undertaker

Sweet papa

Your mamas getting mad

Sweet papa

Your mamas getting mad

I know the sweetest peaches don't grow on trees

I know the sweetest honey don't come from the bees

You don't know crazy

It get no protection

Oh sweet mama

Your papa's done gone mad

I never thought I'd ever feel so bad

You be miffen with me

Have you got my gone

I got a riches to boy

You got a fool

Sweet papa

Your mamas getting mad