Classic Poem

Peach orchard mama, you swore
nobody'd pick your fruit but me
Peach orchard mama, you swore that
no one picked your fruit but me
I found three kid men
shaking down your peaches free

One man bought your groceries
another joker paid your rent
One man bought your groceries
another joker paid your rent
While I working your orchard and
giving you every cent

Went to the police station, begged the
police to put me in jail
Went to the police station
begged him to put me in jail
I didn't want to kill you, mama, but I
hate to see your peach-a tree fail

Peach orchard mama, don't
treat your papa so mean
Peach orchard mama, don't
treat your papa so mean
Chase out all those kid men
and let me keep your orchard clean

Peach orchard mama, don't
turn your papa down
Peach orchard mama, don't
turn your papa down
Because when I gets mad I
acts just like a clown