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Slop Jar Blues - Kokomo Arnold

Says I feel just like mama

Throwing my slop jar in your face

Says I feel just like mama

Throwing my slop jar in your face

Said you done lost your mind

And let that old out‑minder take my place

Now I could cut your throat mama

And drink your blood like wine

Now I could cut your throat mama

And drink your blood like wine

Because you's a dirty old buzzard

And you sure done lost your mind

Mama here I am right out in the cold again

Mama here I am right out in the cold again

Says the woman that I'm loving

Got brains just like a turkey hen

Says I'd rather be a catfish

Down in the Gulf of Mexico

Says I'd rather be a catfish

Down in the Gulf of Mexico

Than to hear the woman that I'm loving

Say sweet papa I got to go

Then I cried till my pillow got soaking wet

Then I cried till my pillow got soaking wet

Says I walked all the way up Beale Street

I bowed my head at every old gal I met