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