Lyrics

5. Disturbin’ Blues


Momma in the kitchen cuttin’ the meat from the bone

Momma in the kitchen cuttin’ the meat from the bone

Devil in the pantry sharpens the blade with a stone


Momma, come quick, come see what I can do

Momma, come quick, come see what I can do

I can clap my hands, I can drum with my fingers too


You get your rhythm from your momma, I’m one of your biggest fans

You get your rhythm from your momma, I’m one of your biggest fans

And she raised up her big knife and cut off both of his hands


Momma, come quick, come see what I can do

Momma, come quick, come see what I can do

I can dance you a quick-step and tap you an old soft shoe


You get your rhythm from your momma, you’ve seen me sway to the beat

You get your rhythm from your momma, you’ve seen me sway to the beat

And she raised up her big knife and cut off both of his feet


Momma in the kitchen cuttin’ the meat from the bone

Momma in the kitchen cuttin’ the meat from the bone

Devil in the pantry sharpens the blade with a stone


Momma, come quick, come hear what I can do

Momma, come quick, come hear what I can do

I can read you a poem, I can sing a song for you


Oh, Lord in the heavens, just see this trouble he brung

Oh, Lord in the heavens, just see this trouble he brung

And with a heavy heart she cut out his tongue


Your momma be there for you through thick and thin

Your momma be there for you through thick and thin

You can count on me like the devil count on sin