Classic Poem

Well
black mama, what's the
matter with you today
Ain't satisfactory , don't care
what I do
Heh-eh, mama,
what's the
matter with you
Baby, it ain't satisfactory , baby
and I don't care
what I do

You say a brown skin woman will make a rabbit
move to town
Say a
jet black woman will make a mule kick his
stable down
Oh a brown skin woman will make a
rabbit
move to town
Well, and a real black woman
will make a
mule kick his
stable down

Yeah
it ain't no heaven now and it ain't no
burning hell
Said I
where I'm going when I die can't no
body tell
Oh it ain't no heaven no
ain't no
burning hell
Oh, where I'm going when I die
can't no
body tell

Well
my black mama's face shine
like the sun
Oh lipstick and powder sure won't
help her none
My black mama's face
shine
like the sun
Oh, lipstick and powder
well they sure won't
help her none

Well
if you see my milk cow tell her
hurry home
I ain't had no milk since that
cow been gone
If you see my milk cow
tell her
to hurry home
Yeah, I ain't had no milk
since that
cow been gone

Well, I'm
going to the race track to see my
pony run
He ain't the best in the world, but he's a running
son of a gun
I'm going to the race track
to see my
pony run
He ain't the best in the world
but he's a running
son of a gun

Oh
Lord have mercy on my
wicked soul
I wouldn't mistreat you baby, for my
weight in gold
Oh Lord have mercy
on my
wicked soul
Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm

Well
I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise
my right hand
That I'm gonna
get me a woman
you get you
another man
I solemnly swear
Lord, I raise my right hand
That I'm gonna get me a woman, baby,
you get you
another man

I got a letter this morning, how do you
reckon it read
Oh hurry hurry, gal you
love is dead
I got a letter this morning
how do you
reckon it read
Oh, hurry hurry
the gal you
love is dead

I grabbed my suitcase, I took on
up the road
I got there, she was laying on the
cooling board
I grabbed my suitcase
I took on
up the road
Oh, when I got there
she was laying on the
cooling board

Well, I
walked up close, I looked down
in her face
Good old gal, got to lay there
till judgement day
I walked up close and I
looked down
in her face
Yes, you're a good old gal
got to lay there
till judgement day

(Ah, tell 'em now
I feel low down this evening)

Oh
my woman's so black, she stays
apart of this town
Can't nothin' go when the poor gal
is around
My black mama
stays apart of
this town
Oh, can't nothin' go
when the poor girl
is around

Oh
some people tell me the worried
blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feeling that I
ever had
Some people tell me
the worried
blues ain't bad
But it's the worst old feeling
Lord
I ever had

Mmmm
I fold my arms and I
walked away
That's all right, mama, your troubles will
come some day
I fold my arms
Oh, and I
walked away
Yeah
that's all right, mama
your troubles will
come some day