Sweet Mama (Papa's Getting Mad)

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