Pretty mama blues

Hey pretty mama, can I get a job with you?
Can I get a job with you?
I ain’t got no money, I can’t get no work to do

The woman I love, she weighs a thousand and fo’
She weighs a thousand and fo’
I don’t care if she weighed a thousand mo’

I wrote a letter, I mail it in the air
I mail it in the air
You may know by that I got a friend somewhere

I ain’t never loved but four womens in my life
Four womens in my life
They’re my mama, my sister, sweetheart and my wife

Play it, boy

Aw, Mr. Lewis!