mama lou

rita coolidge

night time often finds me

at b-street and third

at a tavern

better known

as eddie and flo's golden bird

where an old gold-tooth lady

with a big bamboo fan

plays piano

sings with an old cajun band

sing the blues

blues

wear out your shoes

mama lou

mama lou

in the bayou they named you

the hard-life has stained you

a good man won't claim you

sing the blues

mama lou

the midnight hours

at the old golden bird

mama lou sings the blues

like a prophet

who's lived every word

smothered in blue light

and lost in her rhyme

mama lou

mama lou

she'll sing you the blues for a dime

sing the blues

blues

wear out your shoes

mama lou

mama lou

in the bayou they named you

the hard-life has stained you

a good man won't claim you

sing the blues

mama lou

sing the blues

mama lou

mama lou

sing the blues

sing the blues

mama lou

mama lou

sing the blues

mama lou

mama lou

sing the blues

sing the blues

mama lou

mama lou

sing the blues

mama lou

mama lou

sing the blues

sing the blues

mama lou

mama lou