Esther Bigeou Beale Street Mama Lyrics

Beale Street Mama Lyrics

Mamie Neale, down in Beale, 

Gave her papa the air, 

Left him cold,
got him told, 

Like she didn't care; 

Poor Joe, her beau, 

Looked just like he would die; 

If you would see her, you would hear
her, sob this mournful cry: 



Beale Street Papa, why don't you come
back home? 

It isn't proper to leave your mama all alone. 

Sometimes
I was cruel, that's true, 

But your sweet mama never did two-time you; 

Ah, ooh, I'm blue! 

So how come you do me like you do? 

I'm
cryin'! 



Beale Street Papa, I mean, don't you mess around with me;


There's plenty petting I can get in Tennessee, 

I get my lovin'
constantly, but not the kind you served to me, 

So please, sweet papa,
come back home! 



Beale Street Papa, I mean, don't you mess around
with me; 

There's plenty petting I can get in Tennessee, 

I bought
a razor, rifle, rope and knife, 

But if the police comes for you, baby,
gonna save my life, 

So Beale Street Papa, come back home!