Crazy Mama (Live At The El Mocambo 1977)

Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Your blown out brains

You can talk about me
Scorn my name
You can steal my women
And that don't mean a doggone thing

If you don't believe I won't do it
Away from the sea out of wit
You're crazy mama, ah yeah
Well your old times religion
Is just as superstition
You gonna pay high prices
For your sacrifices, yes you will child

Well your blood and thunder
Sure can't faze me none
If your gonna keep on coming
I got to take it all head on

If you don't believe I won't do it
I walk out of steal of wit
Your crazy mama, oh yeah

I don't think I ain't though about it
Sure makes my shackles rise
And cold blood murder
Make me want to draw the line

Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
You're plain psychotic
Plain insane

If you don't believe I won't do it
Oh, wait for the speed of the bullet
You're crazy Mama
You're crazy Mama, oh yeah
Yeah, you're crazy Mama

Woo-ho
Ay-yo
Thank you very much lovelies
You're all beautiful
You're lookin' lovely
Yeah, yeah, you can do
You can do what you like
You can stand on your head
And you know you can throw things at each other
Yeah just sit down
If you wanna dance
We'll bring the other piano you can