(Ry Cooder)
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Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
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Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
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'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen
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It was late last Friday evening, when everything was still
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I heard somebody calling my name outside my window sill
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I got up and I looked outside strainin' my eyes to see
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And my heart went wild when I realized just who was calling me
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I hollered
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Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
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Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
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'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen
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Now, her eyes were blazing up at me
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Her hair was black as night
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And her naked skin shone like gold
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Out in the pale moonlight
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She took my hand and she pulled me down
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Where the grass had grown up tall
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The she moved her body all around
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Just like a cannon ball
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Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
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Hey, mama, don't you treat your daughter mean
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'Cause you treat her so mean and she's only sweet sixteen
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Yonder comes your mama, girl, 'cross the field
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Runnin' and a-shakin' like an automobile
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Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand
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They just don't understand
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The first time I seen that sweet girl
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She was runnin' home from Sunday school
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And the next time I seen that sweet little girl
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Was when she broke her mama's rule
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But the last time I seen that sweet little girl
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She was filled with a strange desire
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Rollin' and tumblin' out on the cold wet ground
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Her skin burnin' up just like a cane fire
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She called my name a thousand ways
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The tears came streaming down her face
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But just when I was 'bout to blow my stack
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Her daddy came a-creepin' and a-crawlin' up behind
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And he shot me in the back
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MAMA, DON'T TREAT YOUR DAUGHTER MEAN
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Ry Cooder |