[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
a 1921 song about going to Alabama
words and music by George W. Thomas
The sheet music:
Accompaniment:
Lyrics
1. Hurry up mama pack your grip
Let’s go back to old muscle shoals for a trip
Come on mama, pack your grip let’s go
‘Cause there’s something on my mind
It keeps me worried all the time
I woke up this morning feeling glad
Thinking about the good old times we once had
Hurry mama we must leave this town
Got the blues for muscle shoals
That’s where we sure can get the gold
Chorus
Mama, mama, mama, why don’t you join hands
And go with me to muscle shoals town
You know you really made me love you
Now you tryin’ to throw me down
We got to catch the evening train
Or else I sure will go insane
Mama, mama, mama, I will ask you to go
One more time, oh, my honey, Babe
You know I’m really wild about you
Now you’ve got to sure behave
I’ve got the muscle shoals blues
Dear, really we sure must leave from here
2. Feeling much better since I left
I’m really glad I’ve got someone for myself
Sit down, mama, on your papa’s knee
I am goin’ to make you glad
No more you ever will feel sad
The winter is coming, snow may fall
We don’t care nothing ’bout the weather at all
I’m your wootsie, you my tootsie, too
I am glad you like this place
Look your sweet papa in the face
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Sung here by Fred Feild: