Lyrics

14. 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 mamma, I’m one of your biggest fans
You get your rhythm from your mamma, 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

Lord in the heavens, just see this trouble he brung
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