I saw your mama in Kansas City
The way she was lookin' was a doggone pity
Feet on the ground, clothes wasn't clean
Dirtiest old stuff I've ever seen
Oh kind mama, papa wants to knock a jug
I've got a gal, she's big as a bull
She never stops drinkin' 'til her belly gets full
Gets full of liquor and tries to sing
Tight like that and shake that thing
Oh kind mama, papa wants to knock a jug
I asked her about it, she said, "Fool on
Let's get together 'cause your water's on
Let's get started and be long gone
Let's get together, what you waitin' on?"
Oh kind mama, papa wants to knock a jug
I saw your mama way last spring
Eyeballs shinin' like a diamond ring
Stackin' down the street, hollerin' and a-fussin'
I tried to stop and I got a good cussin'
Oh kind mama, papa wants to knock a jug
I saw your mama, your papa too
What they was doin' just won't do
I slipped up on them and took one look
What they was doin' wasn't in the book
Oh kind mama, papa wants to knock a jug
If you want some lovin', you want it cheap
Go down on Ellsworth 'bout the middle of the week
Show them broads a quarter, they won't let you go
It's four or five times and then some more
Oh kind mama, papa wants to knock a jug
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