Matrimonial Intentions

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[Verse 1]
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You people can talk about your 
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Cold-shell roadie mamas
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Mama, your chin up about your house
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 being brown
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Well I got a woman way down in 
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Mobile, Alabama
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She's the warmest thing in that 
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town, doggone her skin


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She ain't got no Papa, Leave me 
alone
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She ain't got no big boy Please take
 me home
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This mama just got one object in 
view
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And what she said to me I know 
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she's bound to say to you


[Chorus]
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She'll say, "Papa if you ain't got 
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matrimonial inclanations
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Then keep your hands to yourself
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Daddy, if you ain't got no 
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bungalow-made reservations
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Son, don't let your hands be felt

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Well, I'm this red hot Papa you 
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heard so much talk about
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But this is an asbestos woman who 
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mortally put your fire out

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Papa if you ain't got matrimonial 
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intentions
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Then keep your hands to yourself
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Daddy, if you ain't got no 
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bungalow-made reservations
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Son, don't let your hands be felt


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When I first met you I had no shoes
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But look at me now I got these 
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barefooted blues

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Papa if you ain't got matrimonial 
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intentions
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Then keep your hands to yourself

[Bridge]

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[Chorus]

 A                          Am    
Papa if you ain't got matrimonial 
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inclanations
Bm         E7                 A
Then keep your hands to yourself
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Daddy, if you ain't got no 
        Am          F#m
bungalow-made reservations
Bm              E7          A
Son, don't let your hands be felt


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Well, I'm this red hot Papa you 
heard so much talk about
                         Bm      
But this is an asbestos woman who 
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mortally put my fire out


 A                          Am    
Papa if you ain't got matrimonial 
     F#m
intentions
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Then keep your hands to yourself
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Daddy, if you ain't got no 
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bungalow-made reservations
Bm              E7          A
Oh Death, where is that sting?