Papa Wants To Knock A Jug

I saw your mama in Kansas City The way she was looking was a doggone pity Feet on the ground clothes wasn't clean Dirtiest old stuff I ever seen Oh kind mama papa wants to knock a jug Now I got a gal she is big as a bull She never stops drinking till 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 ask her about it she said before long Let's get together because your water's on Let's get started be long gone Let's get together what you waiting on Oh kind mama papa wants to knock a jug I saw you mama way last spring Eyeballs shining like a diamond ring Staggering down the street hollering and a‑fussing I tried to stop her and I got a good cussing Oh kind mama papa wants to knock a jug I saw your mama your papa too What they was doing just won't do I slipped up on them and took one look What they was doing wasn't in the book Oh kind mama papa wants to knock a jug If you want some loving you want it cheap Go down on Ellsworth about the middle of the week Show them girls 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