Rough and Tumble Blues

I'm going to the Western Union, type the news all down the line, (2) 'Cause Mama's on the warpath this mornin', and I don't mind dyin' My man's so good lookin' and his clothes fit him so cute, (2) I cut up his box-back and bought him a struttin' suit Then every little devil got on my man's road, (2) Mama Tree Top Tall and Miss Shorty Toad Tree Top Tall give a stomp as I stepped in the door, (2) Miss Shorty Toad and my man was shimmying down to the floor I got rough and killed three women 'fore police got the news, (2) 'Cause Mama's on the warpath with the rough and tumblin' blues