(Ida Cox)
Come here pretty papa, sit down on your mama's knee
Come here pretty papa, sit down on your mama's knee
I don't want to tell you how you have mistreated me
You leave me after supper and you don't come home till morn'
You leave me after supper and you don't come home till morn'
You'll come home some morning and find your cherry tree gone
You can't slip back to your brownskin, I mean your used-to-be
You can't slip back to your brownskin, I mean your used-to-be
I know you're crazy 'bout your cherry pie but you can't two-time me
I've got my trunk all packed and I'm going to leave this town
I've got my trunk all packed and I'm going to leave this town
Goodbye little papa, another man has cut your cherry tree down
Ida Cox - Cherry Picking Blues Lyrics
Ida Cox - Cherry Picking Blues Lyrics
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(Ida Cox)
Come here pretty papa, sit down on your mama's knee
Come here pretty papa, sit down on your mama's knee
I don't want to tell you how you have mistreated me
You leave me after supper and you don't come home till morn'
You leave me after supper and you don't come home till morn'
You'll come home some morning and find your cherry tree gone
You can't slip back to your brownskin, I mean your used-to-be
You can't slip back to your brownskin, I mean your used-to-be
I know you're crazy 'bout your cherry pie but you can't two-time me
I've got my trunk all packed and I'm going to leave this town
I've got my trunk all packed and I'm going to leave this town
Goodbye little papa, another man has cut your cherry tree down
Come here pretty papa, sit down on your mama's knee
Come here pretty papa, sit down on your mama's knee
I don't want to tell you how you have mistreated me
You leave me after supper and you don't come home till morn'
You leave me after supper and you don't come home till morn'
You'll come home some morning and find your cherry tree gone
You can't slip back to your brownskin, I mean your used-to-be
You can't slip back to your brownskin, I mean your used-to-be
I know you're crazy 'bout your cherry pie but you can't two-time me
I've got my trunk all packed and I'm going to leave this town
I've got my trunk all packed and I'm going to leave this town
Goodbye little papa, another man has cut your cherry tree down