Lyrics to Big Mamma Brown
Big mamma brown she left town, out of water and outta sight
She lucked out they let her stick around, for some other night
She was a big beauty, was a beautiful sight
But someone was saving their appetite
Oh big mamma brown so glad you made it home
Big papa brave, on fine day got caught up and thrown out on the shore
He started flopping, and when they weren't watching he slipped out the back door
Well he sure was a dandy was a hell of a guy, but he wasn't gonna be no dinner tonight
Oh big papa brave so glad you made it home
(Chorus)
And they sang glory, glory, glory halleluiah
We almost lost ya on the road somewhere
And they sang my o my o my o lucky seven
You know its heaven when you are here
Little baby sons 3 2 1 got caught up and flipped up out in a net
One started squiggling, the other started wiggling saying you haven't caught us yet
Well there a fast trio, a quick little bunch
But they sure weren't gonna be nobody's lunch
Oh little baby sons so glad you made it home
Chorus
So when you go fishing better go on a mission cause the fish will start a wishing on you
When you lose your bait or you make a mistake you know the fish's wishes come true
There smart fellas, slick little guys, but they ain't gonna cater to you appetite
So take your tackle on your back and pray you make it home
She lucked out they let her stick around, for some other night
She was a big beauty, was a beautiful sight
But someone was saving their appetite
Oh big mamma brown so glad you made it home
Big papa brave, on fine day got caught up and thrown out on the shore
He started flopping, and when they weren't watching he slipped out the back door
Well he sure was a dandy was a hell of a guy, but he wasn't gonna be no dinner tonight
Oh big papa brave so glad you made it home
(Chorus)
And they sang glory, glory, glory halleluiah
We almost lost ya on the road somewhere
And they sang my o my o my o lucky seven
You know its heaven when you are here
Little baby sons 3 2 1 got caught up and flipped up out in a net
One started squiggling, the other started wiggling saying you haven't caught us yet
Well there a fast trio, a quick little bunch
But they sure weren't gonna be nobody's lunch
Oh little baby sons so glad you made it home
Chorus
So when you go fishing better go on a mission cause the fish will start a wishing on you
When you lose your bait or you make a mistake you know the fish's wishes come true
There smart fellas, slick little guys, but they ain't gonna cater to you appetite
So take your tackle on your back and pray you make it home
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