Kemba's Got The Cabbage Moth Blues
"Thank Jessie for doin' the newsletter.
I wanna bring out Shovels & Ropes now to entertain ya.
Folks, I ask that you please keep the conversation down to a very minimum.
Those of ya that come here quite a bit understand what's goin' on
And I've had more of my, my permanent customers shush people.
So, while our entertainers on stage, let's give 'em your full attention.
We like to listen to the entertainers, we don't wanna know what
What ya cleaned out behind the refrigerator last night.
Alright? Yeah.
Here we go folks, I hope you're ready to go back there, I didn't even look
Alright (We're ready) Let's put our hands together for Shovels & Rope"
She was a hot-shit singer in a low-rent dive
Lookin' like she wanna eat a man alive
Legs get to kickin' in the worn-out shoe
Kemba's got the cabbage moth blues
Laundry in Los Angeles and old St. Lou
Left Carolina with a load or two
Down in Kentucky got them hanging on the line
Mama was dressed so fine
Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow
Tell California everything you know
Tell New York, tell Tennessee
Come to Carolina, your drinks on me
There's too much chicken in the hen house now
Hens stay in, roosters stay out
See that red chicken sittin' on an egg
Fox got the rooster and the rooster got dead
Got water rolling and a pot of beans
Had to keep the cabbage moth off the greens
Put hot pepper right on the leaf
You'd better wash them off good before you serve them to me
Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow
Tell California everything you know
Tell New York, tell Tennessee
Come to Carolina, your drinks on me
It was a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey
And a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey
While the music did play
I hope my mama didn't float away
'Cuz I heard that the Cumberland was out of the banks
Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow
Tell California everything you know
Tell New York, tell Tennessee
Come to Carolina, your drinks on me
Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow
Tell California everything you know
Tell New York, tell Tennessee, come to Carolina
And your drinks on me
Come to Carolina and your drinks on me
Mmmm, fish and grits
I wanna bring out Shovels & Ropes now to entertain ya.
Folks, I ask that you please keep the conversation down to a very minimum.
Those of ya that come here quite a bit understand what's goin' on
And I've had more of my, my permanent customers shush people.
So, while our entertainers on stage, let's give 'em your full attention.
We like to listen to the entertainers, we don't wanna know what
What ya cleaned out behind the refrigerator last night.
Alright? Yeah.
Here we go folks, I hope you're ready to go back there, I didn't even look
Alright (We're ready) Let's put our hands together for Shovels & Rope"
She was a hot-shit singer in a low-rent dive
Lookin' like she wanna eat a man alive
Legs get to kickin' in the worn-out shoe
Kemba's got the cabbage moth blues
Laundry in Los Angeles and old St. Lou
Left Carolina with a load or two
Down in Kentucky got them hanging on the line
Mama was dressed so fine
Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow
Tell California everything you know
Tell New York, tell Tennessee
Come to Carolina, your drinks on me
There's too much chicken in the hen house now
Hens stay in, roosters stay out
See that red chicken sittin' on an egg
Fox got the rooster and the rooster got dead
Got water rolling and a pot of beans
Had to keep the cabbage moth off the greens
Put hot pepper right on the leaf
You'd better wash them off good before you serve them to me
Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow
Tell California everything you know
Tell New York, tell Tennessee
Come to Carolina, your drinks on me
It was a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey
And a whiskey and a whiskey and a whiskey
While the music did play
I hope my mama didn't float away
'Cuz I heard that the Cumberland was out of the banks
Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow
Tell California everything you know
Tell New York, tell Tennessee
Come to Carolina, your drinks on me
Tell Kentucky how your turnip greens grow
Tell California everything you know
Tell New York, tell Tennessee, come to Carolina
And your drinks on me
Come to Carolina and your drinks on me
Mmmm, fish and grits
Credits
Writer(s): Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson
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