Shake, Shake Mama - Mance Lipscomb

Oh, ain’t gonna give you no more cherry ball1

Oh, ain’t gonna give you no more cherry ball

You gone drunk and showed your Santa Claus2

Oh, a little bitty woman, hips just like a snake3

Oh, a little bitty woman, her hip just like a snake

…baby, it really take

Oh, late last night my love come fallin' down

Me and my baby on our last go-'round

Oh, shake, shake mama, I’ll buy you a diamond ring

Oh, shake, shake mama, I’ll buy you a diamond ring

You don’t shake, ain’t gonna buy you a doggone thing

Oh, my clutch start to slippin', carb’s won’t even sing

Oh, my clutch start to slippin', my carb’s won’t even sing

Blues in the compression, fire my piston ring

Oh, rider, you ain’t foolin' me

Look-y here, rider, you ain’t foolin' me

You been slippin' to your old-time used-to-be

Oh, I like my babe but I don’t like her teddy bear4

Oh, I like my woman but I don’t like her teddy bear

I’m gonna buy her a box-back, maybe it’ll work