The Momma Said Blues
Momma sat us at the supper table, always did the best she could do
Lost our dad but she was able, hand me downs was nothing new
She had to be tough when we were bad
Gonna get a lacin' that's what Momma said (she said)
We were poor, but it was fine with us, still we had a lot of fun
Even though there was nine of us, momma's burden must have weight a ton (she always said)
Are you're still hungry better fill up on bread
Some of the things our momma said
Annabelle, Eileen, Don and Chris, Diane, Garland, Peg and me
one more kid, who did I miss? Momma's favorite he still believes
But one's Oriental just look at her head
This we know cause our momma said
You are all fed, Momma said
Now get to bed, oh yes Momma said,
Me arse is red, what Momma did
She had to be tough when we were bad
Don't be a hard ticket what's momma said (she said)
My school, high school playing in the gym, playing lots of games till teachers arrive
coming home... smell of buttered baked bread
Have a touton with molasses my momma said (she said)
Now we're all grown up and Momma's gone, we are scattered all around the place
Miss home fishing in the sawmill pond, out here living in this rat race
Seas of ice and scarlet sunsets
A taste of heaven that's what Momma said (she said)
You are all fed, Momma said
Now get to bed, oh yes Momma said,
Me arse is red, what Momma did
She had to be tough when we were bad
Don't be a hard ticket what's momma said (she said)
Lost our dad but she was able, hand me downs was nothing new
She had to be tough when we were bad
Gonna get a lacin' that's what Momma said (she said)
We were poor, but it was fine with us, still we had a lot of fun
Even though there was nine of us, momma's burden must have weight a ton (she always said)
Are you're still hungry better fill up on bread
Some of the things our momma said
Annabelle, Eileen, Don and Chris, Diane, Garland, Peg and me
one more kid, who did I miss? Momma's favorite he still believes
But one's Oriental just look at her head
This we know cause our momma said
You are all fed, Momma said
Now get to bed, oh yes Momma said,
Me arse is red, what Momma did
She had to be tough when we were bad
Don't be a hard ticket what's momma said (she said)
My school, high school playing in the gym, playing lots of games till teachers arrive
coming home... smell of buttered baked bread
Have a touton with molasses my momma said (she said)
Now we're all grown up and Momma's gone, we are scattered all around the place
Miss home fishing in the sawmill pond, out here living in this rat race
Seas of ice and scarlet sunsets
A taste of heaven that's what Momma said (she said)
You are all fed, Momma said
Now get to bed, oh yes Momma said,
Me arse is red, what Momma did
She had to be tough when we were bad
Don't be a hard ticket what's momma said (she said)
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Writer(s): Richard Dicks
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