Chords with lyrics
Intro: A E7 A A Am E7 A Bm E7 Am Verse 1: Am A You people can talk about your Cold-shell roadie mamas E7 Am Mama, your chin up about your house being brown A Am F#m Well I got a woman way down in Mobile, Alabama Bm E7 She's the warmest thing in that town, doggone her skin A E7 She ain't got no Papa, Leave me alone A She ain't got no big boy Please take me home F#m This mama just got one object in view Bm E7 And what she said to me I know she's bound to say to you
Chorus: A Am F#m She'll say, "Papa if you ain't got matrimonial inclanations Bm E7 A Then keep your hands to yourself A Am F#m Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations Bm E7 Son, don't let your hands be felt A F#m Well, I'm this red hot Papa you heard so much talk about Bm E7 But this is an asbestos woman who mortally put your fire out A Am F#m Papa if you ain't got matrimonial intentions Bm E7 A Then keep your hands to yourself A Am F#m Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations Bm E7 A Son, don't let your hands be felt A F#m When I first met you I had no shoes Bm E7 But look at me now I got these barefooted blues A Am F#m Papa if you ain't got matrimonial intentions Bm E7 A Then keep your hands to yourself Bridge: A E7 A Am E7 A Am F#m Bm E7 Am Chorus: A Am F#m Papa if you ain't got matrimonial inclanations Bm E7 A Then keep your hands to yourself A Am F#m Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations Bm E7 A Son, don't let your hands be felt A F#m Well, I'm this red hot Papa you heard so much talk about Bm E7 But this is an asbestos woman who mortally put my fire out A Am F#m Papa if you ain't got matrimonial intentions Bm E7 A Then keep your hands to yourself A Am F#m Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations Bm E7 A Oh Death, where is that sting?
