Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beale Street Mam , by - Bessie Smith. Song from the album Chicago Bound Blues, Vol. 2, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 09.07.2013
Record label: Membran
Song language: English
Beale Street Mam |
| Jenny Neale, |
| Down in Beale, |
| Gave her papa the air; |
| Left him cold, |
| Got him told, |
| Said she didn’t care. |
| Old Joe, her beau, |
| Looked just like he would die; |
| If you was near him, |
| You would hear him |
| Sob his 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 was true, |
| But Papa, you know Mama never two-timed you! |
| Boo-hoo, I’m blue; |
| So how come you do me like you do? |
| I’m cryin'! |
| Beale Street Papa, don’t mess around with me! |
| There’s plenty pettin' that I can get in Tennessee, |
| I’ll still get my sweet cooking, constantly, |
| But not the kind you served to me, |
| So Beale Street Papa, come back home! |
| So how come you do me like you do? |
| I’m cryin'! |
| Beale Street Papa, don’t mess around with me! |
| There’s plenty pettin' that I can get in Tennessee, |
| I bought a rifle, razor and a knife, |
| A full support can’t save my life; |
| So Beale Street Papa, come back home! |