Sweet Mama (Papa's Getting Mad)

Sweet Mama (Papa's Getting Mad) Lyrics

Song Sweet Mama (Papa's Getting Mad)
Artist Leon Redbone
Album Branch to Branch
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作曲 : Frost, Little, Rose
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
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay
She might have set that satchel down
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 mama, papa's done gone mad
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 mama, papa's done gone mad
zuo qu : Frost, Little, Rose
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
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay
She might have set that satchel down
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 mama, papa' s done gone mad
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 mama, papa' s done gone mad
zuò qǔ : Frost, Little, Rose
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
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay
She might have set that satchel down
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 mama, papa' s done gone mad
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 mama, papa' s done gone mad
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