Blind Lemon Jefferson — Piney Woods Money Mama

Now I had a little mama, she done moved to the piney wood I had a little 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 for years to get me to be her son-in-law Big mama never sing in her neighborhood Ah, big mama never sing 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 picking and fussing over turnip greens White folks in the parlor playing cards and they serving their cake and tea My baby loves 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 just off and left me, just moved to the piney wood