Blind Lemon Jefferson - Piney Woods Money Mama lyrics

Lord, heavy-hipped mama, she done moved to the piney wood My heavy-hipped mama, she done moved to the piney wood She's a high-steppin' mama and she don't mean no man no good She got ways like the devil and hair like a Indian squaw She got ways like the devil and hair like a Indian squaw She been tryin' two years to get me to be her son-in-law Big mama owns everything in her neighborhood Her big mama owns everything in her neighborhood But when she made the money, that's when she lived in this piney wood Blues in my kitchen, blues in my dinin' room I say blues in my kitchen, blues in my dinin' room And some nice young fair brown, had better come here soon Well the cook's in the kitchen, pickin' and fussin' over turnip greens I say cook's in the kitchen, fussin' and pickin' over turnip greens White folks in the parlor playin' cards, and they're suppin' at cake and cream My baby, I love my baby like the cow loves to chaw her cud I say I love my baby like the cow loves to chaw her cud But that fool drifted off and left me, she done moved to the piney wood