Go Tell
GO TELL
GO TELL THE DOCTOR
WIND IS A COMIN’,
WIND IS A COMIN’,
WIND IS A COMIN’.
GO TELL THE DOCTOR
WIND IS A COMIN’,
MAMA’S OFF THE FLOOR.
GO TELL THE PREACHER
DON’T COME A RUNNIN’,
DON’T COME A RUNNIN’,
DON’T COME A RUNNIN’.
GO TELL THE PREACHER
DON’T COME A RUNNIN’,
MAMA’S ON A RANT.
GO TELL THE DEVIL
BRING YOUR ASS OVER,
BRING YOUR ASS OVER,
BRING YOUR ASS OVER.
GO TELL THE DEVIL
BRING YOUR ASS OVER
MAMA WANTS TO DANCE.
DON’T BELIEVE THOSE PEOPLE
AND WHAT THEY IS TELLIN’,
AND WHAT THEY IS TELLIN’
AND WHAT THEY IS SELLIN’.
DON’T BELIEVE THOSE PEOPLE
AND WHAT THEY IS TELLIN’
MAMA’S HOUSE IS ON FIRE.
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment