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Esther Bigeou - Beale Street Mama lyrics
Mamie Neale, down in Beale, Gave her papa the air, Left him cold, got him told, Like she didn't care; Poor Joe, her beau, Looked just like he would die; If you would see her, you would hear her, sob this mournful cry: Beale Street Papa, why don't you come back home? It isn't proper to leave your mama all alone. Sometimes I was cruel, that's true, But your sweet mama never did two-time you; Ah, ooh, I'm blue! So how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin'! Beale Street Papa, I mean, don't you mess around with me; There's plenty petting I can get in Tennessee, I get my lovin' constantly, but not the kind you served to me, So please, sweet papa, come back home! Beale Street Papa, I mean, don't you mess around with me; There's plenty petting I can get in Tennessee, I bought a razor, rifle, rope and knife, But if the police comes for you, baby, gonna save my life, So Beale Street Papa, come back home! |
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