Mama and Daughter

Mama, please brush off my coat,

I'm going down the street.

Where're you going, daughter?

To see my sugar-sweet.

Who is your sugar, honey?

Turn around -- I'll brush behind.

He is that young man, mama,

I can't get off my mind.

Daughter, once upon a time --

Let me brush the hem --

Your father, yes he was the one!

I felt like that about him.

But it was a long time ago

He up and went his way.

I hope that wild young son-of-a-gun

Rots in hell today!

Mama, dad couldn't still be young.

He

was

young yesterday.

He

was

young when he --

Turn around!

So I can brush your back, I say!