| Mama, can I? |
| Huh? |
| Mama, can I? |
| Huh, huh?
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| Can I, Mama? |
| Won’t you please let me, Mama? |
| Can I? |
| Huh?
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| That’s the sweetest little dress, Sally where’d you get the pattern?
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| Made me one just like it out of yellow dotted Swiss
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| Yes, I guess we got the earliest garden in the county
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| Beneath the strawberries are a heap of snappin' greenbeans
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| (It's been so long since I saw you, How’s your family?
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| Too bad about your boy)
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| Mama, make Willie quit pullin' at my hair
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| Mama, ouch! |
| Ouch! |
| Mama, just make Willie quit it!
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| Tommy, if ya don’t put down that stick
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| I’m gonna wear you out with it, boy, be quick
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| Come quick, Sammy Jean stuck her finger in a Coke bottle
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| Can’t get it out ‘cause it’s stuck, stuck, stuck
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| (Dad finally had his operation
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| You know how he is at puttin' off things)
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| Now, I told you my mama didn’t raise no fool
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| I can do anything if I got the right tool
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| Mama, can I? |
| Huh? |
| Mama, can I? |
| Huh, huh?
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| Can I, Mama? |
| Won’t you please let me, Mama? |
| Can I? |
| Huh?
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| The crops been failin', Lord, it sure is dry
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| You’d think that we’d get a sprinkle by and by
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| (Family reunion, listen to ‘em talk, listen to 'em talk, talk)
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| Gonna tear you up, girl, gonna get a switchin'
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| Better tell your cousin that you’re sorry that you hit her
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| (Abby McGuinness’s in love with Abel’s oldest boy
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| It’s apt to kill her ma)
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| If I told you once, it’s been a thousand times
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| Quit askin' your uncles for nickels and dimes
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| Mama, make Willie quit it, pullin' at my hair
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| Mama, ouch! |
| Ouch! |
| Mama, just make Willie quit it!
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| I told you my Mama didn’t raise no fool
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| I can do anything if I got the right tool
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| (Family reunion, listen to ‘em talk, listen to 'em talk, talk)
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| Did it again, put her finger in a Coke bottle
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| Can’t get it out ‘cause it’s stuck, stuck, stuck
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| (I heard this mornin' they drug the Tallahatchie River
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| And found poor Billie Joe)
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| Ah, a little head cold, that’s all ya have
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| You fix it right up with a jar of Vicks salve
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| It’s first time ever that the family been together
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| It’s so nice that we all get along so well
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| (Family reunion, listen to ‘em talk, listen to 'em talk, talk)
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| He’s got the money, you’d think that he’d try
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| To do somethin' for his mama before she died
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| Now, I don’t mean to criticize your cookin', no I don’t
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| But I think that you could add a little bit of pepper
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| (Cordy, I’d love to have your recipe
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| Is that the cake you served last Sunday?)
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| I told you my mama didn’t raise no fool
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| I can do anything if I got the right tool
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| Mama, make Willie quit bitin' at me!
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| Mama, ouch! |
| Ouch! |
| Mama, just make Willie quit it!
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| Why yes, I guess
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| And don’t you look nice in your Sunday dress?
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| Doesn’t Sally look tacky in her silly little dress?
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| You can see that she just doesn’t know no better
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| (Can you imagine, she let her daughter Rosalie
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| Go off to Memphis by herself)
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| Mama, can I? |
| Huh? |
| Mama, can I? |
| Huh, huh?
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| Mama, won’t you please let, Mama, Mama? |
| Can I? |
| Huh? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reunion , by - Bobbie Gentry. Song from the album The Girl From Chickasaw County - The Complete Capitol Masters, in the genre Кантри