Frank Stokes Sweet To Mama
Lord I woke up this morning : with the blues all around
my baby's bed
I turned my face to the wall : baby these are the words
I said
Lordy it's sweet to mama : now mama where you stay last
night
Because your clothes all wrinkled : mama and your hair
sure ain't fixed up right
Lord it's two drops of water : Lord and one or two
grains of sand
Now babe the blues ain't nothing : but a woman want to
see her man
Lord it's two pretty steamers : Lord they running along
side by side
And now you know my good gal : I can't keep her
satisfied
Lord my mama told me : Lord when I was a child
You having good times now : you have trouble after
awhile
If I just had a‑listened : to just what my mama said
I would have been at home : trying to live good and
Lord when you see the spider : Lord a‑running up and
down the wall
He must be going somewhere : great God to try and have
his ashes hauled
I said a‑weeping Mary : now Mary don't you weep no more
And now stop and take your time : and do your work
everywhere you go
