Fire Shut Up in My Bones, Act I: What? Cain’t your mamma sing in the morning (”Live”)

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Fire Shut Up in My Bones, Act I: What? Cain’t your mamma sing in the morning (”Live”)

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What? Can't your mama sing in the morning in her own kitchen? Is Daddy gon' stay? If he ready to make good on his promise He may be, seem like he missed us some Hello? Hello, is Spinner there? Uh, he sleep, wanna leave word? Sure, tell him this Tell him he need to meet me down to West End If he wan' see me 'gain You tell him that Who was that? Nobody Boy, you better tell me who was on the phone Nobody, lookin' for Daddy A female nobody lookin' for your daddy? Spinner Charles, get my pistol out my purse How could I fall for it again? His lying smile, his lying eyes His lying fingers, his lying lips Making the same old promise he know gon' be broke The kind that fill a woman's head with smoke The kind to make a woman drunk on hope The kind to make a sensible woman do what she say she won't Mama Oh, how could I fall for it again? His lying smile, his lying eyes His lying fingers, his lying lips Making the same old promise he know gon' be broke The kind that fill a woman's head with smoke The kind that make a woman drunk on hope The kind to make a sensible woman lay back, spread her legs And wait to have her damn feet stroked Mama Sometimes you gotta just leave it in the road Wait, no, Mama, don't shoot It's Chester Hey, Aunt Billie You ain't fixin' to shoot me soon as I get here now Chester

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