Butter And Egg Man Blues by Papa Charlie Jackson Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Everybody in town's got a butter and egg man but me
Everybody in town's got a butter and egg man but me
Tell me, please, Lord, 'cause I can't see
[Verse 2]
Come here, mama, sit down on your papa's knee
Come here, mama, sit down on your papa's knee
I'm just a butter and egg man, you can easily get along with me
[Verse 3]
Why don't you take me, pretty mama, make something out of poor me
Why don't you take me, pretty mama, make something out of poor me
I'm just a butter and egg man, just as soft as I can be
[Humming]
Well it's mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Well it's mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Ah, do it, Papa Jack, do it like [?]
Ah, do it, do it likе a dog
[Verse 4]
Well it's butter and eggs, buttеr and eggs, butter and eggs is all you crave
Well it's butter and eggs, butter and eggs, butter and eggs is all you crave
When you die, I'll put butter and eggs on your grave
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 5]
Why don't you take me, pretty mama, I'll let you treat me as you choose
Why don't you take me, pretty mama, I'll let you treat me as you choose
'Cause my weakness is pretty women, keep me with the butter and egg blues
Everybody in town's got a butter and egg man but me
Everybody in town's got a butter and egg man but me
Tell me, please, Lord, 'cause I can't see
[Verse 2]
Come here, mama, sit down on your papa's knee
Come here, mama, sit down on your papa's knee
I'm just a butter and egg man, you can easily get along with me
[Verse 3]
Why don't you take me, pretty mama, make something out of poor me
Why don't you take me, pretty mama, make something out of poor me
I'm just a butter and egg man, just as soft as I can be
[Humming]
Well it's mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Well it's mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Ah, do it, Papa Jack, do it like [?]
Ah, do it, do it likе a dog
[Verse 4]
Well it's butter and eggs, buttеr and eggs, butter and eggs is all you crave
Well it's butter and eggs, butter and eggs, butter and eggs is all you crave
When you die, I'll put butter and eggs on your grave
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 5]
Why don't you take me, pretty mama, I'll let you treat me as you choose
Why don't you take me, pretty mama, I'll let you treat me as you choose
'Cause my weakness is pretty women, keep me with the butter and egg blues