Mama, Don't Treat Your Daughter Mean - Ry Cooder

Hey, mama, don’t you treat your daughter mean

Hey, mama, don’t you treat your daughter mean

'Cause you treat her so mean and she’s only sweet sixteen

It was late last Friday evening, when everything was still

I heard somebody calling my name outside my window sill

I got up and I looked outside strainin' my eyes to see

And my heart went wild when I realized just who was calling me

I hollered «Hey!»

Hey, mama, don’t you treat your daughter mean

Hey, mama, don’t you treat your daughter mean

'Cause you treat her so mean and she’s only sweet sixteen

Now her eyes was blazing up at me

And her hair was black as night

Well her naked skin shone like gold

Out in the pale moonlight

Then she took my hand and she pulled me down

Where the grass was grown up tall

Then she moved her body all around

Just like a cannon ball

I hollered «Hey!»

Hey, mama, don’t you treat your daughter mean

Hey, mama, don’t you treat your daughter mean

'Cause you treat her so mean and she’s only sweet sixteen

Well yonder comes your mama, girl, 'cross the field

Runnin' and a-shakin' like an automobile

Daddy’s got a shotgun in his hand

They just don’t understand

Now the first time I seen that sweet little girl

She was runnin' home from Sunday school

And the next time I seen that sweet little thing

When she broke her mama’s rule

But the last time I seen that sweet little girl

She was filled with a strange desire

Rollin' and tumblin' out on the cold wet ground

Her skin burnin' up just like a cane fire

She called my name a thousand ways

The tears come streaming on down her face

Just when I was 'bout to blow my stack

Her daddy came a-creepin' and a-crawlin' up behind

And he shot me in the back

Hey mama

Hey, mama, don’t you treat your daughter mean

Hey, mama, don’t you treat your daughter mean

Hey mama don’t you treat your daughter mean

Hey mama don’t you treat your daughter mean

When you treat her so mean she’s only sweet sixteen