Bobby Grant Nappy Head Blues
When you hear me walking turn your lamp down low
Then turn it so your man'll never know
Going to buy me a bed and it shine like a morning sun
When I get to bed it rock like a Cadillac car
Your head is nappy your feet so mamlish long
And you move like a turkey coming through the mamlish
corn
I done told you I loved you what more can I do
And you must a‑want me to lay down and die for you
