Kokomo Arnold Slop Jar Blues Lyrics

Says I feel just like mama : throwing my slop jar in your
face
Said you done lost your mind : and let that old
*out‑minder* take my place

Now I could cut your throat mama : and drink your blood
like wine
Because you's a dirty old buzzard : and you sure done
lost your mind

Mama here I am : right out in the cold again
Says the woman that I'm loving : got brains just like a turkey hen

Says I'd rather be a catfish : down in the Gulf of Mexico
Than to hear the woman that I'm loving : say sweet papa I
got to go

Then I cried : till my pillow got soaking wet
Says I walked all the way up Beale Street : I bowed my
head at every old gal I met

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