Song | Sweet Mama (Papa's Getting Mad) |
Artist | Leon Redbone |
Album | Branch to Branch |
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作曲 : Frost, Little, Rose | |
So my sweet mama packed her bag and started away | |
She said she's leaving town | |
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay | |
She might have set that satchel down | |
Well I'm feeling awfully lonesome and blue | |
Since my mama went away | |
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay | |
She might have set that satchel down | |
Sweet mama, papa's getting mad | |
I know the sweetest peaches don't grow on trees | |
I know the sweetest honey don't come from the bees | |
I'm tired of listening to your corrections | |
You'd better find some good protection | |
Sweet mama, papa's done gone mad | |
I never thought I'd ever feel so bad | |
You flirted with the butcher; you flirted with the baker | |
Now you're flirting with the undertaker | |
Sweet mama, papa's done gone mad | |
Sweet mama, papa's done gone mad | |
I never thought I'd ever feel so bad | |
You flirted with the butcher; you flirted with the baker | |
Now you're flirting with the undertaker | |
Sweet mama, papa's done gone mad |
zuo qu : Frost, Little, Rose | |
So my sweet mama packed her bag and started away | |
She said she' s leaving town | |
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay | |
She might have set that satchel down | |
Well I' m feeling awfully lonesome and blue | |
Since my mama went away | |
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay | |
She might have set that satchel down | |
Sweet mama, papa' s getting mad | |
I know the sweetest peaches don' t grow on trees | |
I know the sweetest honey don' t come from the bees | |
I' m tired of listening to your corrections | |
You' d better find some good protection | |
Sweet mama, papa' s done gone mad | |
I never thought I' d ever feel so bad | |
You flirted with the butcher you flirted with the baker | |
Now you' re flirting with the undertaker | |
Sweet mama, papa' s done gone mad | |
Sweet mama, papa' s done gone mad | |
I never thought I' d ever feel so bad | |
You flirted with the butcher you flirted with the baker | |
Now you' re flirting with the undertaker | |
Sweet mama, papa' s done gone mad |
zuò qǔ : Frost, Little, Rose | |
So my sweet mama packed her bag and started away | |
She said she' s leaving town | |
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay | |
She might have set that satchel down | |
Well I' m feeling awfully lonesome and blue | |
Since my mama went away | |
Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay | |
She might have set that satchel down | |
Sweet mama, papa' s getting mad | |
I know the sweetest peaches don' t grow on trees | |
I know the sweetest honey don' t come from the bees | |
I' m tired of listening to your corrections | |
You' d better find some good protection | |
Sweet mama, papa' s done gone mad | |
I never thought I' d ever feel so bad | |
You flirted with the butcher you flirted with the baker | |
Now you' re flirting with the undertaker | |
Sweet mama, papa' s done gone mad | |
Sweet mama, papa' s done gone mad | |
I never thought I' d ever feel so bad | |
You flirted with the butcher you flirted with the baker | |
Now you' re flirting with the undertaker | |
Sweet mama, papa' s done gone mad |