Brown Mama Blues

Ishman Bracey

Compositor: Bill Ellis

Won't you tell me, mama, mama, what have I said or done? (2)
Woman, you treat me like my trouble just begun

Mmm, mama, mama, mama, there's something worryin' me (2)
I ain't caring none of my best woman, it's my old time used-to-be

Now, you be my rider and I'll tell you what I'll do
Girl, would you be my rider, woman, I'll tell you what I'll do
I will rob and steal and I'll bring it home to you

See the sun went down, now, and left me lonesome here
See the sun went down, mama, and left me so lonesome here
Ah, the sun went down, left me so lonesome here

Take this lonesome place don't seem like home to me
Mama, this lonesome place don't seem like home to me
And this lonesome place don't seem like home to me.

Lord, it's soon in the mornin' gonna be my leavin' here
Mama, it's soon in the mornin' gonna be my leavin' here
Lord, it's soon in the mornin' be my leavin' here