Papa Harvey Hull Mama You Don't Know How
Ooh : I ain't got no mama now
Going to be another *war* : don't need no mama nohow
Lord it was late last night mama : everything was still
Here to meet my sweet baby : *he's* around the hill
Lord I'd rather be dead mama : mouldering in the clay
Seeing my sweet baby : treated this a‑way
Ooh : mama you don't know how
Got another sweet baby : know she's taking it now
Going to sing this verse mama : ain't going to sing no
more
Because the landlady's liquor : Lord it's coming too slow