Talkin' to You Mama

I wonder why the rooster, crows early in the morning 'fore day
Let the hustling man know that the working man is on his way

She'll get up in the morning, about an hour and a half 'fore day
Say she'll give you your breakfast, then rush you away

She'll say come in sweet papa, come o'er work-ox done gone
But I swear she can't tell when work-ox coming back home

That one thing about women, I ain't never learned to understand
Cook corn bread for the husband, biscuit for the doggone man

I've got two women, swear ya can't tell 'em apart
I got one in my bosom, the other one in my heart

Oh now the one in my bosom, somewhere in Tennessee
But the one in my heart, don't give a darn for me

Now I got three women, that's a yella, brown and black
Take the governor of the U.S to judge the one I like

One of (them) Tennessee yella, one's an Alabama brown
One of 'em a Florida black, yeah, she'll turn ya damper down

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Well you can't watch your wife, watch your kid-gal, too
But you're watching that kid-gal, I'm telling what that wife might do

Now the rooster he's outdoors, just praying to the hen upstairs
You can (get) another man, but I'm a get me another girl

I want all you men, strictly understand
Every front-door woman have a doggone back-door man

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Man used to say a married woman, was the sweetest woman ever was born
Men would break your heart, they both got to go back home

Now love ain't nothing, single women loving married men
Well It'll do for a while, but It'll jam you at the end

I wanna tell you, hot mama, exactly who I am
When I walk out of my front door, hear my back door slam (Now play it)

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord