Townes Van Zandt - Black Jack Mama lyrics

Big blond mama, Lord Apartment 213 Where she moves like a cobra snake And she treats me like a king Roll me over easy, mama Oh, roll me over slow Do your best to please me, Lord And I'm bound to take you with me when I go I got a Nashville woman, Lord She called me on the phone Tells me to leave them Houston girls alone Roll me over easy, mama Oh, roll me over slow Do your best to please me, Lord And I'm bound to take you with me when I go Ah, motorcycle mama, Lord Monkey on her back Takes DM from her saddlebags Cocaine from her sack Roll me over easy, mama Oh mama, roll me over slow Do your best to please me, Lord And I'm bound to take you with me when I go I got a blackjack baby, Lord She lives in New Orleans Treats me like an orphan Yeah, she call me Mr. Clean Roll me over easy, mama Oh, roll me over slow Do your best to please me, Lord And I'm bound to take you with me when I go Oh, big blond mama, Lord Apartment 213 Moves like a cobra snake Treats me like a king Roll me over easy, mama Oh, roll me over slow Do your best to please me, Lord And I'm bound to take you with me when I go Do your best to please me, Lord And I'm bound to take you with me when I go Do your best to please me, Lord And I'm bound to take you with me when I go