That Crawling Baby Blues

Well the baby crying
on up to his mama's knee
Well the baby crying
up to his mama's knee
He's crying about his sweet milk
and she won't feed him just that cream

Crawled from the fireplace
and he stopped in the middle of the floor
Well he crawl from the fireplace
and stops in the middle of the floor
Said, Mama ain't that your second daddy
standing back there in the door

Well she grabbed my baby
and spanked him
I tried to make her leave him alone
I cried my baby and spanked him
I tried to make her leave him alone
I tried my best to stop her and she said the baby ain't none of mine

Some woman rocks the cradle and
I declare she rules her home
Woman rocks the cradle
and I declare she rules her home
Many man rocks some other man's baby and the fool thinks he's rocking his own

Went out late last night
when I learned the crawling baby blues
I said it was late last night
when I learned the crawling baby blues
My woman threw my clothes out doors
and now I got those crawling baby blues
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