Beale Street Mama
by Bessie Smith
From the album: The St. Louis Blues / Cold in Hand Blues
Track 10 of 20 on The St. Louis Blues / Cold in Hand Blues (1925).
Duration: 3:35
Lyrics for Beale Street Mama
Jenny Neale Down in Beale Gave her papa the air Left him cold Got him told Said she didn't care Old Joe, her beau Looked just like he would die If you was near him You would hear him Sob his mournful cry Beale Street Papa Why don't you come back home? It isn't proper to leave your mama all alone Sometimes I was cruel, that was true But Papa, you know Mama never two-timed you Boo-hoo, I'm blue So how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin' Beale Street Papa, don't mess around with me There's plenty pettin' that I can get in Tennessee I'll still get my sweet cooking, constantly But not the kind you served to me So Beale Street Papa, come back home So how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin' Beale Street Papa, don't mess around with me There's plenty pettin' that I can get in Tennessee I bought a rifle, razor and a knife A postal card can't save my life So Beale Street Papa, come back home
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