Townes Van Zandt - Black Jack Mama Lyrics

Big blond mama, Lord
Apartment 213
Where she moves like a cobra snake
And she treats me like a king

Roll me over easy, mama
Oh, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

I got a Nashville woman, Lord
She called me on the phone
Tells me to leave them
Houston girls alone

Roll me over easy, mama
Oh, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

Ah, motorcycle mama, Lord
Monkey on her back
Takes DM from her saddlebags
Cocaine from her sack

Roll me over easy, mama
Oh mama, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

I got a blackjack baby, Lord
She lives in New Orleans
Treats me like an orphan
Yeah, she call me Mr. Clean

Roll me over easy, mama
Oh, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

Oh, big blond mama, Lord
Apartment 213
Moves like a cobra snake
Treats me like a king

Roll me over easy, mama
Oh, roll me over slow
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go

Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go
Do your best to please me, Lord
And I'm bound to take you with me when I go