Papa's 'Bout to Get Mad

Papa's 'Bout to Get Mad - Pink Anderson/Simmie Dooley

My sweet mama packed her grip

And started away (what she say boy)

Boy she said I'm leaving town

If I had a thought it once

And asked her to stay (then what)

She might have settled down

See I am feeling awful

Lonesome and blue (when)

Since my baby went away

I sat down and wrote

Her a little letter today (say what boy)

And these are the words I said

(what did you say)

I said sweet mama

Mama papa's 'bout to get mad

I know the sweetest peaches

Don't grow on trees

The sweetest honey don't come from bees

Hon I'm getting tired of listening

At your corrections

Better go find yourself

Some good protection

Cause sweet mama mama

Papa's 'bout to get mad

I didn't know that I could get

So doggone mean I mean so mean

You've been flirtin'

With the butcher flirtin' with the baker

But now mama your're

Flirtin' with the undertaker

Cause sweet mama mama

Papa's 'bout to get mad

I didn't know that

I could get so doggone tired I mean so tired

You gonna keep on messin' round honey

Until you get my goat

(what are you gonna do)

Remember I got a razor

And you got a great big old throat

Sweet mama mamma papa's 'bout to get mad

That rooster was hangin'

Round the kitchen one day

He heard that old cook say

I am gonna kill

The speckled hen before long (why boy)

Because she will not lay

But I believe I will wait until

Tomorrow he said maybe she might lay

That old rooster he been running

With some tears in his eyes (then what)

To that old hen he did say

(I wonder what he said)

He said sweet mama mama

The cook is 'bout to get mad

I didn't know hen I could feel

So doggone blue that old rooster he said

You better run and lay an egg mama

He said this ain't no joke

That cook has got a great big axe

That will fit your throat

He said sweet mama mama

The cook is 'bout to get mad

Think about the good times around

This old barn yard

We once had I mean we once had

Say You better run to

The hen house and lay

An egg in the hay (why boy)

I'd lay one for ya mama

But I ain't built that way

Cause Sweet mama mama

The cook is done gone mad