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Rusty Dusty Blues (Mama Mama Blues)
by B.B. King
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Mama, don't you beg your daddy for no diamond ring
Mama, don't you beg your daddy for no diamond ring
'Cause, mama, you already got the best of everything
I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car
I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car
I know you couldn't buy it sitting on your caviar
Now your bracelets, your furs and that Paris label
They're laying right there, laying on the table
They'll come, hop, skip, and jumping as long as you're able
Go get me some money, baby, and lay it on the table
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty; don't you hear me, woman?
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty
Get up, mama, before it gets too rusty
Now you've got the very best, the best of everything
And, baby, honey, you know how to do everything
You even got that champagne taste
But I'm so afraid, baby, oh, you'll let me go to waste
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty; don't you hear me?
Get up, get up, get up, mama
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty
Get up, mama, before it gets too rusty
Mama, don't you beg your daddy for no diamond ring
Mama, don't you beg your daddy for no diamond ring
'Cause, mama, you already got the best of everything
I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car
I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car
I know you couldn't buy it sitting on your caviar
Now your bracelets, your furs and that Paris label
They're laying right there, laying on the table
They'll come, hop, skip, and jumping as long as you're able
Go get me some money, baby, and lay it on the table
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty; don't you hear me, woman?
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty
Get up, mama, before it gets too rusty
Now you've got the very best, the best of everything
And, baby, honey, you know how to do everything
You even got that champagne taste
But I'm so afraid, baby, oh, you'll let me go to waste
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty; don't you hear me?
Get up, get up, get up, mama
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty
Get up, mama, before it gets too rusty
