Talkin' To Your Mama



I wonder why the rooster crows so early in the mornin' 'fo' day
Let's the hustlin' man know that the workin' man is on his way.
She'll get up in the mornin' 'bout an hour an' a half 'fo' day
She'll give ya your breakfast, then rush you away.

She'll say, "Come in, sweet popa
Come o'er when the woodcock's gone"
But I swear she can't tell when that woodcock's comin' back home.

Well, if there's one thing about women I ain't never learned to understand:
Cook cornbread for the husband, biscuit for the dog-gone man


I've got two women, swear you can't tell 'em apart
I got one in my bosom, the other one in my heart
Now, the one in my bosom is somewhere in Tennessee
But the one in my heart don't give a darn for me

Now I got three women, damsels yella, brown and black
Take the governor of the US to judge one I lack
One up in Tenne[?] she's yella, one in Alabama's brown,
One up in Florida's black, yeah, she'll turn you down from down

Well, you can't watch ya wife, watch your kid girl too
While you're watchin' that kid girl, I'll tell you what that wife might do:
Now, the rooster, he's outdoors just praying to Him upstairs
That the man gonna get him another gal[?]

Now, I want all you men to strictly understand:
Every front door woman got a dog-gone backdoor man
(Play it!)

I used to say "a married woman was the sweetest woman ever was born"
Men would break their heart and boogie's got to go back home
Now love ain't nothin'
Single women lovin' married men
Well it'll do for a while but it'll damn you at the end.

I'm gonna tell you, hot momma, exactly who I am
When I walk out my front door, hear my backdoor slam.
(Good bless you.)

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