Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Papa's Medicine Show, artist - Bobbie Gentry. Album song The Girl From Chickasaw County - The Complete Capitol Masters, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Record label: Capitol Records Nashville
Song language: English
Papa's Medicine Show |
It doesn’t seem so long ago when papa had his medicine show |
All the family had a part, I still know them all by heart |
Everywhere we traveled we sang that little song |
Just sold enough linament to barely get along |
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four |
Mama looks twenty but she’s really eighty four |
Look at poppa fiddle, just listen to him play |
Had a touch of rhuematism just the other day |
Then he threw away his water bottle, put away his pills |
Aunt Perdy’s linament cured all his ills |
One year in Oklahoma pop was gettin' old |
There wasn’t much demand for medicine shows |
I still can hear us singing to a dwindiling crowd that spring |
We didn’t know that it would be the last time we would sing |
One bottle, two bottle, buy it by the quart |
Uncle John used it on his foot and cured a wart |
All you people sitting here in the front row |
Don’t you want to try it it’ll cure a sore toe |
If you throw away your water bottle, put away your pills |
Aunt Perdy’s linament’ll cure all your ills |
Papa started ailing and passed away that fall |
We all had to pick cotton to pay the funeral hall |
I never got much schoolin', but I learned one thing for sure |
There are things in this old life Aunt Perdy’s couldn’t cure |
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four |
Mama looks twenty but she’s really eighty four |
Look at poppa fiddle, just listen to him play |
Had a touch of rhuematism just the other day |
But he threw away his water bottle, put away his pills |
Aunt Perdy’s linament cured all his ills |
One bottle, two bottle, buy it by the quart |
Uncle John used it on his foot and cured a wart |
All you people sitting here in the front row |
Don’t you want to try it it’ll cure a sore toe |
If you throw away your water bottle, put away your pills |
Aunt Perdy’s linament’ll cure all your ills |
One bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four |
Mama looks twenty but she’s really eighty four |
Look at poppa fiddle, just listen to him play |
Had a touch of rhuematism just the other day |
But he threw away his water bottle, put away his pills |
Aunt Perdy’s linament cured all his ills |