Robert Petway — Ride Em On Down

Look, sweet mama, don't you see? Shakin' that thing, mama, sure is 'bout to get the best of poor me, and I says I done stop holl'in', well, must I ride 'em on down? I done stopped holl'in', mama, now, I believe I ride 'em on down Told me baby, she, week 'fore last, "Look now, baby, gettin' just a little too fast.", I says I done stop holl'in', well, must I ride 'em on down? I done stopped holl'in', mama, how must I ride 'em on down? See, mama woman, what you done done, got me, sweet mama, now and your plumb good, man done come, I says I done stopped holl'in', well, must I ride 'em on down? Ride 'em on down, man, we don't care I done stopped holl'in', mama, well, must I ride 'em on down? Play it, man, play it a long time! Babe up the stairs, mama, can't come down, look now, man, she done lose her legs in old mornin' gown, I says Ooo, done stopped holl'in', mama, well, must I ride 'em on down? I done stopped holl'in', mama, well, must I ride 'em on down? Two little boys, I say now, layin' in the bed, one of 'em jumped up now, done told the last one, sure fell dead, I says Ooo, done stop holl'in now, mama, must I ride 'em on down? I done stopped holl'in', mama, well, must I ride 'em on down?