Well, daddy wore a Stetson and a hundred dollar suit
Developed a cravin for the black man s blues
At five card stud, he knew his way around the tables
Lay it down boys, I m takin it home to the baby
Little Junior, The gypsy child
Only goin through once and I m going, through in style
Yeah like my daddy, I ve been around too, And as far as cravins I ve got, quiet a few
Long legged women, diamonds and cars, Old aged whiskey and all night bars
The boggie woggie and a real good smoke, Sittin on ready on a another toke
I like my lovin when Lou - Lou s in town, And you can bet your dollar she s comin around
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Raised without a mother, So I m a mother myself, I ve been known to raise some hell
I ain t allowed on the other side of town, Strange things happen, they say when I m around
Awe, mommas and papas you better be on guard, And keep you little girl in the yard
I end up jail every Saturday night, But I m out on bail before the booking sheets dry
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