Mama Don’t Whip Little Buford

Homer & Jethro - Country, Novelty
Mama Don’t Whip Little Buford
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Duration: 2:42
Lyrics
[Chorus] Mama, don't whoop little Buford Mama, don't pound on his head Mama, don't whoop little Buford I think you should shoot him instead [Verse 1] Buford brought home his report card Buford was proud as could be At last he had passed through the third grade And Buford is just twenty-three [Chorus] Mama, don't whoop little Buford Mama, you'll just be a wreck For Buford is studying Judo And he'll break your scrawny ole' neck [Verse 2] When Buford was five, he was smoking And drinking hard liquor at six At seven, he learned about women At eight, Buford got his first fix [Chorus] Mama, don't whoop little Buford You'll never know how Buford feels Buford is good to you, mama He brings you whatever he steals [Verse 3] Now Buford is gone, what a pity At last we found happiness We bought a new home in the city And we won't give him our address [Chorus] So, mama don't whoop little Buford Mama, don't knock out his breath Just teach him to be a folk singer Then Buford will soon starve to death
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Credits
- Writers
- Homer Haynes
- Jethro Burns