Paroles de Peach Orchard Mama

Lord heavy‑hipped mama : she done moved to the piney wood She's a high‑stepping mama : and she don't mean no man no good She got ways like the devil : and hair like a Indian squaw She been trying two years : to get me to be her son‑in‑law Big mama : own everything in her neighborhood But when she made the money : is when she lived in the piney wood Blues in my kitchen : blues in my dining room And some nice young fair brown : had better come here soon Well the cook's in the kitchen : picking and fussing over turnip greens White folks in the parlor playing cards : and they're serving their cake and tea My baby loves my baby : like a cow loves to chew her cud But that fool just off and left me : she done moved to the piney wood