Kokomo Arnold
Kokomo Arnold - Slop Jar Blues songtekst
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Says I feel just like mama : throwing my slop jar in your face Said you done lost your mind : and let that old *out?minder* take my place Now I could cut your throat mama : and drink your blood like wine Because you's a dirty old buzzard : and you sure done lost your mind Mama here I am : right out in the cold again Says the woman that I'm loving : got brains just like a turkey hen Says I'd rather be a catfish : down in the Gulf of Mexico Than to hear the woman that I'm loving : say sweet papa I got to go Then I cried : till my pillow got soaking wet Says I walked all the way up Beale Street : I bowed my head at every old gal I met