Beale Street Mama

Beale Street Mama - Bessie Smith (贝西·史密斯)

Written by：Turk/Robinson

Jenny Neale

Down in beale

Gave her papa the air

Left him cold

Got him told

Said she didn't care

Old joe

Her beau

Looked just like

He would die

If you was near him

You would hear him

Sob his 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 was true

But papa you know mama never two timed you

Boo hoo I'm blue

So how come you do me like you do

I'm cryin'

Beale street papa

Don't mess around with me

There's plenty pettin'

That I can get in tennessee

I'll still get

My sweet cooking constantly

But not the kind

You served to me

So beale street papa

Come back home

So how come you

Do me like you do

I'm cryin'

Beale street papa

Don't mess around with me

There's plenty pettin'

That I can get in tennessee

I bought a rifle razor and a knife

About what can't save my life

So beale street papa come back home