Your mother went a'whoring
Your mother's gone a'whoring, a'whoring
Your mother's gone a'whoring, son And I think she shant be back Why's she gone a'whoring, a'whoring Why's she gone a'whorin, Pa? And what is in that sack? She left us late last evening, last evening She left us late last evening, son 'Ere the rising of the moon I followed her last evening, last evening I followed her last evening, son And caught her with a coon You caught her with a nigra, a nigra You caught her with a nigra, Pa? Pa, what did you do? I watched them for awhile, awhile I watched them for awhile, son Until that buck was through How long did you watch them, watch them How long did you watch them, Pa? Until the deed was done? I watched them 'til the mornin', the mornin' I watched them 'til the 'mornin', boy O'er the barrel of my gun Your mother went a'whoring, a'whoring Your mother went a'whoring, child And she will not be back Why'd she go a'whoring, a'whoring Why'd she go a'whoring, Pa? Pa, don't untie that sack!! Inspired by Proverbs 7:1-27 |
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