Mance Lipscomb Shake, Shake, Mama
Oh, ain't gonna give you no more cherry ball1
Oh, ain't gonna give you no more cherry ball
You gone drunk and showed your Santa Claus2
Oh, a little bitty woman, hips just like a snake3
Oh, a little bitty woman, her hip just like a snake
...baby, it really take
Oh, late last night my love come fallin' down
Me and my baby on our last go-'round
Oh, shake, shake mama, I'll buy you a diamond ring
Oh, shake, shake mama, I'll buy you a diamond ring
You don't shake, ain't gonna buy you a doggone thing
Oh, my clutch start to slippin', carb's won't even sing
Oh, my clutch start to slippin', my carb's won't even sing
Blues in the compression, fire my piston ring
Oh, rider, you ain't foolin' me
Look-y here, rider, you ain't foolin' me
You been slippin' to your old-time used-to-be
Oh, I like my babe but I don't like her teddy bear4
Oh, I like my woman but I don't like her teddy bear
I'm gonna buy her a box-back, maybe it'll work