Ride Em On Down - Robert Petway

Look, sweet mama, don’t you see?

Shakin' that thing, mama, sure is 'bout to get

the best of poor me, and I says

I done stop holl’in', well, must I ride 'em on down?

I done stopped holl’in', mama, now, I believe I ride 'em on down

Told me baby, she, week 'fore last, «Look now, baby, gettin' just a little too

fast.», I says

I done stop holl’in', well, must I ride 'em on down?

I done stopped holl’in', mama, how must I ride 'em on down?

See, mama woman, what you done done, got me, sweet mama, now and your plumb

good, man done come, I says

I done stopped holl’in', well, must I ride 'em on down?

Ride 'em on down, man,

we don’t care

I done stopped holl’in', mama, well, must I ride 'em on down?

Play it, man, play it a long time!

Babe up the stairs, mama, can’t come down, look now, man, she done lose her

legs in old mornin' gown, I says

Ooo, done stopped holl’in', mama, well, must I ride 'em on down?

I done stopped holl’in', mama, well, must I ride 'em on down?

Two little boys, I say now, layin' in the bed, one of 'em jumped up now,

done told the last one, sure fell dead, I says

Ooo, done stop holl’in now, mama, must I ride 'em on down?

I done stopped holl’in', mama, well, must I ride 'em on down?