Esther Bigeou - Beale Street Mama lyrics

Mamie Neale, down in Beale Gave her papa the air Left him cold, got him told Like she didn't care Poor Joe, her beau Looked just like he would die If you would see her, you would hear her, sob this mournful cry Beale Street Papa, why don't you come back home? It isn't proper to leave your mama all alone Sometimes I was cruel, that's true But your sweet mama never did two-time you Ah, ooh, I'm blue So how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin' Beale Street Papa, I mean, don't you mess around with me There's plenty petting I can get in Tennessee I get my lovin' constantly, but not the kind you served to me So please, sweet papa, come back home Beale Street Papa, I mean, don't you mess around with me There's plenty petting I can get in Tennessee I bought a razor, rifle, rope and knife But if the police comes for you, baby, gonna save my life So Beale Street Papa, come back home