Piney Woods Money Mama by Blind Lemon Jefferson Lyrics

Now I had a little mama, she done moved to the piney wood
I had a little mama, she done moved to the piney wood
She's a high-stepping mama and she don't mean no man no good

She got ways like the devil and hair like a Indian squaw
She got ways like the devil and hair like a Indian squaw
She been trying for years to get me to be her son-in-law

Big mama never sing in her neighborhood
Ah, big mama never sing in her neighborhood
But when she made the money is when she lived in this piney wood

Blues in my kitchen, blues in my dining room
I've got blues in my kitchen, blues in my dining room
And some nice young fair brown had better come here soon

Well, the cook's in the kitchen picking and fussing over turnip greens
I say cook's in the kitchen picking and fussing over turnip greens
White folks in the parlor playing cards and they serving their cake and tea

My baby loves my baby like a cow loves to chew her cud
I say I love my baby like a cow loves to chew her cud
But that fool just off and left me, just moved to the piney wood