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Mama Don't You Know
Music & lyrics by Robert Coleman Trussell
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Mama fed me good now people
Flapjacks every day
Red meat on the table
Wine to wash the dust away
I saw the sweat upon her brow
I saw the tears below
I said Mama what's the trouble now
She said Son don't you know

Son don't you know know know
She said Son don't you know
Son don't you know know know
No no no no no

Daddy was a wandering man
He had a restless mind
He went out on that highway
Just to see what he could find
Mama watched the sky grow dark
She watched the sun sink low
She said I wonder where that bastard is
I said Mama don't you know

Mama don't you know know know
I said Mama don't you know
Mama don't you know know know
No no no no no

She could shoot a pistol, boys
She could tie a perfect bow
She could snap like thunder
She could lay you low
She could make the devil weep
We could hear him down below
She said why won't you speak to me
I said Mama don't you know

I smoked my first cigarette
I watched the sun go down
I saw a world full of cities
I saw a country full of towns
I packed my guitar in a box
I pulled my hat down low
She said now son why must you go
I said Mama don't you know