Matrimonial Intentions

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You people can talk about your Cold-shell roadie mamas
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Mama, your chin up about your house being brown
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Well I got a woman way down in Mobile, Alabama
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She's the warmest thing in that town, doggone her skin
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She ain't got no Papa, Leave me alone
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She ain't got no big boy Please take me home
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This mama just got one object in view
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And what she said to me I know she's bound to say to you

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She'll say, "Papa if you ain't got matrimonial inclanations
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Then keep your hands to yourself
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Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations
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Son, don't let your hands be felt
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Well, I'm this red hot Papa you heard so much talk about
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But this is an asbestos woman who mortally put your fire out
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Papa if you ain't got matrimonial intentions
Bm         E7                 A
Then keep your hands to yourself
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Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations
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Son, don't let your hands be felt
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When I first met you I had no shoes
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But look at me now I got these barefooted blues
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Papa if you ain't got matrimonial intentions
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Then keep your hands to yourself

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Papa if you ain't got matrimonial inclanations
Bm         E7                 A
Then keep your hands to yourself
A                                Am          F#m
Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations
Bm              E7          A
Son, don't let your hands be felt
A                       F#m
Well, I'm this red hot Papa you heard so much talk about
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But this is an asbestos woman who mortally put my fire out
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Papa if you ain't got matrimonial intentions
Bm         E7                 A
Then keep your hands to yourself
A                                Am          F#m
Daddy, if you ain't got no bungalow-made reservations
Bm              E7          A
Oh Death, where is that sting?

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