Sweet Smellin Mama by Bob Miller Lyrics

Oh! Beale St. you nearly saw a tragedy
When sweet smellin’ Mama said farewell to me
I protected but corrected all her faults each day
That’s the reason she went away

I’m so weary and so dreary, Oh how sad
“Cause it’s drivin’ me mad
She just packed her grip, took a long, long trip
Just because I said…..

Sweet…..Oh! Sweet Smellin’ Mama
Poro is stamped all over you
Poro, look what you done, made this fat papa run
I use to tell, how sweet you’d smell
Like a ten cent bar of soap

But that straight haired Zigaboo done fumigated you
Tеll me, Beale St. Mama, what arе you gonna do
I fed you catfish ‘till you got fat
That’s the ‘preciation I get for that
Oh! Sweet Smellin’ Mama