Lyrics Kitchen Man - Bessie Smith

Kitchen Man

Madam Buff’s was quite deluxe
Servants by the score
Footmen at each door
Butlers and maids galore
But one day Sam, her kitchen man
Gave in his notice, he’s through
She cried, «Oh Sam, don’t go
It’ll grieve me if you do»
I love his cabbage gravy, his hash
Crazy 'bout his succotash
I can’t do without my kitchen man
Wild about his turnip top
Like the way he warms my chop
I can’t do without my kitchen man
Anybody else can leave
And I would only laugh
But he means too much to me
And you ain’t heard the half
Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot
Never fails to touch the spot
I can’t do without my kitchen man
His frankfurters are oh so sweet
How I like his sausage meat
I can’t do without my kitchen man
Oh, how that boy can open clam
No one else is can touch my ham
I can’t do without my kitchen man
When I eat his dough nuts
All I leave is the hole
Any time he wants to
Why, he can use my sugar bowl
Oh, his baloney’s really worth a try
Never fails to satisfy
I can’t do without my kitchen man