Beale Street Mama

Jenny Neale
 Down in Beale
 Gave her papa the air
 Left him cold
 Got him told
 Said she didn't care
 Old Joe, her beau
 Looked just like he would die
 If you was near him
 You would hear him
 Sob his mournful cry
 Beale Street Papa
 Why don't you come back home?
 It isn't proper to leave your mama all alone
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 Sometimes I was cruel, that was true
 But Papa, you know Mama never two-timed you
 Boo-hoo, I'm blue
 So how come you do me like you do?
 I'm cryin'
 Beale Street Papa, don't mess around with me
 There's plenty pettin' that I can get in Tennessee
 I'll still get my sweet cooking, constantly
 But not the kind you served to me
 So Beale Street Papa, come back home
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 So how come you do me like you do?
 I'm cryin'
 Beale Street Papa, don't mess around with me
 There's plenty pettin' that I can get in Tennessee
 I bought a rifle, razor and a knife
 A postal card can't save my life
 So Beale Street Papa, come back home