[Sweet Mama Papa's Getting Mad] Fred Rose, George A. Little, Peter L. Frost So my sweet mama packed her bag and started away She said she's leaving town Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay She might have set that satchel down Well I'm feeling awfully lonesome and blue Since my mama went away Now if I had only thought and asked her to stay She might have set that satchel down Sweet mama, papa's getting mad I know the sweetest peaches don't grow on trees I know the sweetest honey don't come from the bees I'm tired of listening to your corrections You'd better find some good protection Sweet mama, papa's done gone mad I never thought I'd ever feel so bad You flirted with the butcher; you flirted with the baker Now you're flirting with the undertaker Sweet mama, papa's done gone mad (Break) Sweet mama, papa's done gone mad I never thought I'd ever feel so bad You flirted with the butcher; you flirted with the baker Now you're flirting with the undertaker Sweet mama, papa's done gone mad