Lyrics Gonna Tell Your Mother - Downchild Blues Band

Gonna Tell Your Mother

Gonna tell your mama how you’ve been treatin' poor me
(Don't do that, she might get mad)
Gonna tell your mama how you’ve been treatin' poor me
(Don't do that, she might get mad)
You don’t need me love, and I ain’t gonna let you be
(Don't do that, she might get mad)
Gonna talk to her daughter, (yeah, yeah)
Gonna talk to her daughter, (yeah, yeah)
Gonna talk to her daughter, (yeah, yeah)
Gonna talk to her daughter, (yeah, yeah)
You don’t need me love, and I ain’t gonna let you be
Gonna tell your papa how you’ve been treatin' me too
(Don't do that, he might get mad)
Gonna tell your papa how you’ve been treatin' me too
(Don't do that, he might get mad)
If you don’t stop now, something bad gonna happen to you
(Don't do that, he might get mad)
Gonna talk to his daughter, (yeah, yeah)
Gonna talk to his daughter, (yeah, yeah)
Gonna talk to his daughter, (yeah, yeah)
Gonna talk to his daughter, (yeah, yeah)
You don’t need me love, and I ain’t gonna let you be
-- Harmonica Solo --
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
There’ll be no quittin' and no more doggin' round
(Don't do that, they might get mad)
There’ll be no quittin' and no more doggin' round
(Don't do that, they might get mad)
If you done me wrong, well then you’re six feet in the ground
(Don't do that, I might get mad)
Better straighten up baby, (fly right)
Better straighten up baby, (fly right)
Better straighten up baby, (fly right)
Better straighten up baby, (fly right)
You don’t need me love, and I ain’t gonna let you be