Piney Wood's Money Mama Songtext
von Blind Lemon Jefferson

Lord, heavy-hipped mama, she done moved to the piney wood
My heavy-hipped mama, she done moved to the piney wood
She′s a high-steppin' 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 tryin' two years to get me to be her son-in-law

Big mama owns everything in her neighborhood
Her big mama owns everything in her neighborhood
But when she made the money, that's when she lived in this piney wood


Blues in my kitchen, blues in my dinin′ room
I say blues in my kitchen, blues in my dinin′ room
And some nice young fair brown, had better come here soon

Well the cook's in the kitchen, pickin′ and fussin' over turnip greens
I say cook′s in the kitchen, fussin' and pickin′ over turnip greens
White folks in the parlor playin'
Cards, and they're suppin′ at cake and cream

My baby, I love my baby like the cow loves to chaw her cud
I say I love my baby like the cow loves to chaw her cud
But that fool drifted off and left
Me, she done moved to the piney wood