Sweet Mama Lyrics - Singles - The Respectables

I left my home up in Canada 

And headed down south to see the Mardi Gras 

Met a Louisiana queen in some faded jeans 

She showed me how to do it down in New Orleans 

She had a Jesus statue in her motor home 

A lady concerned I had never known 

I couldn't be a saint when she came marchin in 

With those faded blue jeans said let the joy begin 

She was a sweet mama 

Not a rolling stone 

I guess she didn't wanna be alone 

Looking for a man to call her own 

But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone 

We skipped the jambalaya and the carnival 

Clean forgot about my mama back in Montral 

Cause she blew my mind like a hurricane 

And soaked me down just like the Louisiana rain 

Sweet mama not a rolling stone 

I guess she didn't wanna be alone 

Looking for a man to call her own 

But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone 

We let the good times roll as the band played on 

Just one more song and I have to be gone 

Oh such a night 

Now I'm back in cold Canada 

Just a young man dreamin bout the Mardi Gras 

But I know what it means to miss New Orleans 

And that god-fearing woman with her faded jeans 

She was a sweet mama 

Not a rolling stone 

I guess she didn't wanna be alone 

Looking for a man to call her own 

But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone 

Sweet mama 

Sweet sweet mama 

Sweet mama 

Sweet sweet mama 

Sweet mama 

A sweet mama 

Sweet mama 

Sweet sweet mama