| So my sweet mama packed her bag and started away
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| She said she’s leaving town
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| Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay
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| She might have set that satchel down
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| Well I’m feeling awfully lonesome and blue
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| Since my mama went away
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| Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay
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| She might have set that satchel down
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| Sweet mama, papa’s getting mad
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| I know the sweetest peaches don’t grow on trees
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| I know the sweetest honey don’t come from the bees
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| I’m tired of listening to your corrections
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| You’d better find some good protection
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| Sweet mama, papa’s done gone mad
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| I never thought I’d ever feel so bad
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| You flirted with the butcher; |
| you flirted with the baker
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| Now you’re flirting with the undertaker
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| Sweet mama, papa’s done gone mad
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| (break)
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| Sweet mama, papa’s done gone mad
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| I never thought I’d ever feel so bad
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| You flirted with the butcher; |
| you flirted with the baker
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| Now you’re flirting with the undertaker
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| Sweet mama, papa’s done gone mad |