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Jenny Neale Down in BealeGave her papa the airLeft him cold Got him told Said she didn't careOld Joe, her beau Looked just like he would dieIf you was near himYou would hear him Sob his mournful cryBeale Street PapaWhy don't you come back home? It isn't proper to leave your mama all alone! Sometimes I was cruel, that was trueBut Papa, you know Mama never two-timed you! Boo-hoo, I'm blueSo how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin'! Beale Street Papa, don't mess around with me! There's plenty pettin' that I can get in TennesseeI'll still get my sweet cooking, constantlyBut not the kind you served to meSo Beale Street Papa, come back home! SongtexteSo how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin'! Beale Street Papa, don't mess around with me! There's plenty pettin' that I can get in TennesseeI bought a rifle, razor and a knifeA full support [?] can't save my life So Beale Street Papa, come back home! Aus Songtexte Mania