Awful Fix

Hey, mama
Tell me what have I
Tell me what have I
'tain't no lie

Hey mama
Tell me what have I done
It just seem like you're trying to
Beat your loving self on down

You gonna wake up one of these mornings
Now, sweet mama, now, I be
Baby, mama, now, I be
'tain't no lie
Tell-the-truth: you gonna wake up one of these mornings
Mama, baby, and I be gone
And you may not never
Mama, see me in your town no more

'Cause I'm a stranger in here, woman
I just blowed in your
I just blowed in your
mamlish town
Lord, I'm a stranger to you, brownskin
Mama, I just blowed in your town
And if I ask you for a favor
Mama, please, now, don't turn me down

If you get one old woman, boy
You better get you five or
You better get you five or
I mean six
If you get one old woman
You better get you five or six
So if that one happen to quit you
It won't leave you in a awful fix

When I had you, pretty mama
You know I tried to do the best I
I mean could
Baby, there-was-no-doubt, I say, when I had you, little black woman
I tried to do the best I could
Now your little daddy's gone
Now who you gonna get to chop your wood?
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