War Horse Mama by Bob Miller Lyrics

On the levee in Memphis town he sells shrimp up and down
While on Beale Street, pig meat mama he trifled around
Trifled, trifled that’s a word, that’s a word he heard
First it made him mad and then it made him sad
Cause he laid down his law

War Horse Papa how come you do me like you do?
Oh, daddy war horse papa you can't be true
My razor and your need is going to connect

War horse papa that's seven going to ride in a hack
War horse papa, but six is coming back
Don’t mention do I do
But it might be you

Oh, War horse papa, I’m too good a girl to be a fool
War horse papa, you can’t be schooled
Ol’ Satan’s in your heart but I'll tear it apart