Look-a here mama.
Can't get along.
Honey I really tried to treat you right.
Now when I come in from work.
Give ya my check.
You wants to raise sand, fuss an fight.
Get a chance to stay out all night.
You left last night at eight.
Going to a show.
An' come smoothing in this morning at four.
You even had the nerve honey.
Bring another man.
Let him drive you up to my front door.
Say you're through.
Ya got all my money too.
Come here woman let me tell ya what I'm gonna do to you.
I'm gonna cut your head four different ways.
That's Long, short, deep and wide.
When I get the spring rhythm of this rusty black handle razor
you're gonna be booked out for an ambulance ride.
cause I'm gonna cut A, B, C, D on top of your head
That's gonna be treating you nice like mama you ain't gonna be dead.
Cut E, F, G right across your face.
H, I, J, K that's where runnin' bound to take place.
Cut L, M, N cross both your arms.
You'll Sell ? an' pedalpeddle gal your whole life long.
Cut N, O, P, Q that's gonna be trouble too.
cause I'm gonna grab you mama and turn you every way but loose
Cut R, S, T to hear you cry
That'll be the last time tears a run from over your eyes.
Cut U, V, W on the bottom of your feet.
That'll be the last time you walk up an' down 25th street.
Gone marking cross your bosom with X, Y, Z.
When I get through with this alphabet
you'll quit your messing with me.
Play that thing.
yeah, I'm gonna trim her down.
Trim her down to my size.
check it an' see
That's the last of the A and Z.
Tell her boy

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): WILLIE MCTELL