Lyrics
BLUES MAMAS
by Ellen Griffith, Copyright 1997
Verse:
They were hard on do-wrong daddies,
And aggravatin' papas,
Those hard-livin', hard-lovin', straight-talkin' mamas.
They were down-and-dirty divas,
They shouted, they purred,
And the echoes of their voices are still heard.
Chorus:
Blues mamas. Those uppity, uppity women,
They sang, yes they sang about
Those mean mistreatin' men.
Blues mamas. Those talk-the-talk, walk-the-walk women,
They walked, yes they gladly walked
Into the lion's den.
They were teachers, preachers
Sisters with soul,
They were tellers, sellers
Of sweet jelly roll,
They were movers, shakers,
Brassy and bold
They showed a whole lot of class,
And shook a whole lot of ass.
Blues mamas. Those uppity, uppity women,
Oh, they more than paid their dues,
Those ever-lovin' blues mamas.
Ending:
Those proud-walkin', sweet talkin',
Pigfoot-eatin', back-streetin',
Truth-tellin', blues-sellin' mamas.
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