Ry Cooder

Ax Sweet Mama

Ry Cooder


Well, I ax sweet mama, let me be her kid 
She said "I might but I'd like to keep it hid" 
Well, she looked at me, she began to smile 
She says "I thought I might use you for my man awhile 
But just don't let my husband catch you there 
I say, just don't let my husband catch you there" 

Well, I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk 
I never saw no whiskey 
The blues made me sloppy drunk 

I ain't never saw no whiskey 
The blues made me sloppy drunk 
Well, I ain't saw no whiskey 
The blues made me sloppy drunk 

Well, some said it was beans, some said it was greens 
But it's slow consumption killin' you by degrees 
It's slow consumption killin' you by degrees