Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama
Don't you come home
I can't take it no more
Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama
Don't you come home
Don't wanna hear you knocking on my old back door
Wake up in the morning I got to kick you outta my bed
You drink up all of my liquor 'for you cut all my bread
How's a man supposed to keep his family fed
I just can't take you no more, no more
Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama
Don't you come back
Try and give me some kinda heart attack
I said, sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama
Come on now, why don't you let me help you pack
Tell me baby what's wrong with you
You got to find yourself a lover just to tie your shoes
All this, holy Moses, is giving me the blues
I just can't take you no more, no more
Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama
Don't you come round
Singing that sad and lonesome song
Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama
Don't you come around
Cause once I pick you up little girl, I can't ever seem to put you back down
Woman get some time to get your mind well
This road you're walking on is going straight to hell
The way you shake that thing you're bound to hurt yourself
I just can't take it no more, no more
Oh, and mama
Get your mind well
This road you're walking on is going straight to hell
And the way you shake that thing you're bound to hurt yourself
I just can't take it no more, no more
I just can't take it no more, no more
Sugar Mama was written by Ray LaMontagne.
Sugar Mama was produced by Carl Franklin.