Jimmie Rodgers - Long Tall Mama Blues lyrics

I got a little mama, got a long tall mama, too I got a little mama, got a long tall mama, too I ain't a-gonna tell my little mama what my long tall mama can do She rub my back with alcohol, just to cure my cough She rub my back with alcohol, just to cure my cough Lord, I like to broke my neck, trying to let the alcohol out (Pick that thing boy! Pick it!) When it comes meal time, I can't eat a bite When it's meal time, Lord, I can't eat a bite Wond'ring which mama is gonna be just too tight My little mama is good, but she's too darned stout My little mama's good, Lordy, but she's too darned stout She puts ashes in her bed, just to keep from slippin' out If you treat a woman rough, it makes her hang around Brother, treat 'em rough, they'll always hang around She comes right back for mo', with her little head bowed down I'm a square-shootin' papa, one of the do-right kind I'm a square-shootin' papa, one of the do-right kind All my women love me, 'cause I'm always there on time