Big Mamma Brown Songtext

Big papa brave, on fine day got caught up and thrown out on the shore

He started flopping, and when they weren't watching he slipped out the back door

Well he sure was a dandy was a hell of a guy, but he wasn't gonna be no dinner tonight

Oh big papa brave so glad you made it home



(Chorus)

And they sang glory, glory, glory halleluiah

We almost lost ya on the road somewhere

And they sang my o my o my o lucky seven

You know its heaven when you are here


Little baby sons 3 2 1 got caught up and flipped up out in a net

One started squiggling, the other started wiggling saying you haven't caught us yet

Well there a fast trio, a quick little bunch

But they sure weren't gonna be nobody's lunch

Oh little baby sons so glad you made it home



Chorus



So when you go fishing better go on a mission cause the fish will start a wishing on you

When you lose your bait or you make a mistake you know the fish's wishes come true

There smart fellas, slick little guys, but they ain't gonna cater to you appetite

So take your tackle on your back and pray you make it home