Beale Street Mamma

Lyrics
[Verse] Mamie Neal, down on Beale, gave her papa the air Left him cold, got him told that she didn't care Poor Joe, her beau, looks just like he would die If you're near him, you can hear him start this mournful cry: [Chorus] "Beale Street mamma, why don't you come back home? It isn't proper to leave your papa all alone Sometimes I was cruel, that's true But mamma, your sweet papa never two-timed you Boo-hoo! I'm blue Oh, how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin' Beale Street mamma, don't mess around with me There's fancy pettin' that I can get in Tennessee I advertised for you in the Memphis Press And fourteen mammas answered 'yes' So Beale Street mamma, come back home" [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] I've bought a razor, rifle, rope, and knife A postal card can save my life So Beale Street mamma, come back home
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Credits
- Writers
- J. Russel Robinson
- Roy Turk