Papa Was A Grifter

Papa was a grifter / He sold everyone a table full of spoons / Mama was a looker / She’d make anybody swoon

Put ’em both together / and you’ve really got a lot / Put ’em both together / Man, this heat is getting hot

I could take a shower / or walk out on a rainy night / but in another hour / I’d interrupt another fight

Papa was a grifter / He sold everyone a table full of spoons / Mama was a looker / She’d make anybody swoon

The flowers in my county / in the summer, blue and bright / I’d pick some for our table / most each and every night / I’d pick some for our table / most each and every night