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Papa's 'Bout To Get Mad - Pink Anderson & Simmie Dooley lyrics

Papa’s ‘Bout to Get Mad
Pink Anderson

My sweet mama packed her grip and started away (what she say boy)
Boy she said I’m leaving town
If I had a thought it once and asked her to stay (then what)
She might have settled down
See I am feeling awful lonesome and blue (when)
since my baby went away
I sat down and wrote her a little letter today (say what boy)
and these are the words I said (what did you say)
I said sweet mama mama papa’s bout to get mad

I know the sweetest peaches don’t grow on trees
the sweetest honey don’t come from bees
Hon I’m getting tired of listening at your corrections
better go find yourself some good protection
Cause sweet mama mama papa’s bout to get mad

I didn’t know that I could get so doggone mean I mean so mean
You've been flirtin’ with the butcher flirtin’ with the baker
but now mama your're flirtin’ with the undertaker
Cause sweet mama mama papa’s bout to get mad

I didn’t know that I could get so doggone tired I mean so tired
You gonna keep on messin’ round honey until you get my goat (what are you gonna do)
Remember I got a razor and you got a great big ol' throat
sweet mama mamma papa’s bout to get mad

That rooster was hangin’ round the kitchen one day
He heard that old cook say
I am gonna kill the speckled hen before long (why boy)
because she will not lay
But I believe I will wait until tomorrow he said maybe she might lay
That old rooster he been running with some tears in his eyes (then what)
To that old hen he did say (I wonder what he said)
He said sweet mama mama the cook is bout to get mad

I didn’t know, hen I could feel so doggone blue that old rooster he said
You better run and lay an egg mama he said this aint no joke
that cook has got a great big axe that will fit your throat
He said sweet mama mama the cook is bout to get mad

Think about the good times around this old barn yard we once had I mean we once had
Say You better run to the hen house and lay an egg in the hay (why boy)
I’d lay one for ya mama but I ain’t built that way
Cause Sweet mama mama the cook is done gone mad

Thanks to Shep Gest for submitting the lyrics.
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