One Hour Mama

These ladies had deep, rich voices (contraltos?) and knew how to croon/caress a melody. Talk about lyrics too … and the perfect horn accompaniments.

Those were the days.

One Hour Mama by Ida Cox

I’ve always heard that haste makes waste
So I believe in takin’ my time
The highest mountain can’t be raced
It’s something you must slowly climb
I want a slow and easy man
He needn’t ever take the lead
Cause I work on that long-time plan
And I ain’t a-lookin’ for no speed

I’m a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain’t the kind of man for me
Set your alarm clock papa
One hour, that’s proper
Then love me like I like to be

I don’t want no lame excuses
‘Bout my lovin’ bein’ so good
That you couldn’t wait no longer
Now I hope I’m understood

I’m a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain’t the kind of man for me

I can’t stand no greenhorn lover
Like a rookie goin’ to war
With a great big load of artillery
But don’t know what it’s for

He’s got to bring me a reference
With a great long pedigree
And must prove he’s got endurance
Or he don’t mean that to me

I don’t like no crowin’ rooster
What just kicks a lick or two
Action is the only booster
Of just what my man can do

I don’t want no imitation
My requirements ain’t no joke
Cause I’ve got pure indignation
For a guy what’s lost his stroke

I’m a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain’t the kind of man for me
Set your alarm clock papa
One hour, that’s proper
Then love me like I like to be

I may want love for one hour
Then decide to make it two
Takes an hour before I get started
Maybe three ‘fore I’m through

I’m a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain’t the kind of man for me

Empty Bed Blues by Bessie Smith

I woke up this morning with (really wid) a awful aching head
I woke up this morning with (really wid) a awful aching head
My new man had left me, just a room and a empty bed

Bought me a coffee grinder that’s the best one I could find
Bought me a coffee grinder that’s the best one I could find
Oh he could grind my coffee, cause he had a brand new grind

He’s a deep sea diver with a stroke that can’t go wrong
He’s a deep sea diver with a stroke that can’t go wrong
He can stay at the bottom and his wind holds out so long

He knows how to thrill me and he thrills me night and day
Oh he knows how to thrill me, he thrills me night and day
He’s got a new way of lovin’, almost takes my breath away

Lord he’s got that sweet somethin’ and I told my girlfriend Lou
He’s got that sweet somethin’ and I told my girlfriend Lou
From the way she’s raving, she must have gone and tried it too

(Part 2:)
When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
My springs are getting rusty, sleeping single like I do

Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
Then I bought him a mattress so he could lay just right

He came home one evening with his beret way up high
He came home one evening with his beret way up high
What he had to give me, make me wring my hands and cry

He give me a lesson that I never had before
He give me a lesson that I never had before
When he got through teachin’ me, from my elbow down was sore

He poured (always thought it was boiled …) my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
Then he put in the bacon, it overflowed the pot

When you get good lovin’
Never go and spread the news

It’ll build up acrost you
And leave you with them empty bed blues

2 Responses to “One Hour Mama”

  1. Pretty raunchy lyrics. I’m not sure you could get these songs on the radio these days.

    • risingstardesigns Says:

      Hi David

      Thanks for your post.

      I’ve actually heard worse lyrics on today’s radio, but I don’t think most of them are as inspired or amusing.

      Cheers
      Renée

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