Kokomo Arnold - Slop Jar Blues lyrics

Says I feel just like mama, throwing my slop jar in your face Says I feel just like mama, throwing my slop jar in your face Said you done lost your mind, and let that old out‑minder take my place Now I could cut your throat mama, and drink your blood like wine Now I could cut your throat mama, and drink your blood like wine Because you's a dirty old buzzard, and you sure done lost your mind Mama here I am, right out in the cold again Mama here I am, right out in the cold again Says the woman that I'm loving, got brains just like a turkey hen Says I'd rather be a catfish, down in the Gulf of Mexico Says I'd rather be a catfish, down in the Gulf of Mexico Than to hear the woman that I'm loving, say sweet papa I got to go Then I cried, till my pillow got soaking wet Then I cried, till my pillow got soaking wet Says I walked all the way up Beale Street, I bowed my head at every old gal I met