Classic Poem

Lord, heavy hip mama
she done moved to the piney wood
Heavy hip mama
she done moved to the piney wood
She's a high stepping mama
and she don't mean no man no good

She got ways like the devil
and hair like a Indian squaw
She got ways like the devil
and hair like a Indian squaw
She been trying two years to get me
to be her son-in-law

Big mama
owns everything in her neighborhood
Ah big mama
owns everything in her neighborhood
But when she made the money
is when she lived in this piney wood

Blues in my kitchen
blues in my dining room
I've got blues in my kitchen
blues in my dining room
And some nice young fair brown
had better come here soon

Well the cook's in the kitchen
picking and fussing over turnip greens
I say cook's in the kitchen
fussing and picking over turnip greens
White folks in the parlor playing cards
and the children ate cake and cream

My baby, love my baby
like a cow loves to chew her cud
I say I love my baby
like a cow loves to chew her cud
But that fool drift off and left me
just moved to the piney wood