Slop Jar Blues - Kokomo Arnold

Says I feel just like mama, throwing my slop jar in your face

Says I feel just like mama, throwing my slop jar in your face

Said you done lost your mind, and let that old out‑minder take my place

Now I could cut your throat mama, and drink your blood like wine

Now I could cut your throat mama, and drink your blood like wine

Because you’s a dirty old buzzard, and you sure done lost your mind

Mama here I am, right out in the cold again

Mama here I am, right out in the cold again

Says the woman that I’m loving, got brains just like a turkey hen

Says I’d rather be a catfish, down in the Gulf of Mexico

Says I’d rather be a catfish, down in the Gulf of Mexico

Than to hear the woman that I’m loving, say sweet papa I got to go

Then I cried, till my pillow got soaking wet

Then I cried, till my pillow got soaking wet

Says I walked all the way up Beale Street, I bowed my head at every old gal I

met