Mama Come Get Your Baby Boy - Eddy Arnold

Once I was a happy boy free as I could be

I up and left my home to see what I could see

I met up with a little gal and she turned loose on me

Mama come get your baby boy

Mama, mama, mama come get your baby boy

If I don’t get back home to roost

You know this gal done cooked my goose

Mama come get your baby boy

I always thought I’d like to try to take a little fling

Now I’m scared half to death to think what it might bring

She’ll string me like a puppet, she’ll play me like a toy

Mama come get your baby boy

Mama, oh mama, mama come get your baby boy

If I don’t get back home to roost

You know this gal done cooked my goose

Mama come get your baby boy

If I ever get back home I promise this to you

I will stay away from women I know what they will do

They will treat you very nice then leave very blue

Mama come get your baby boy

Mama, oh mama, mama come get your baby boy

If I don’t get back home to roost

You know this gal done cooked my goose

Mama come get your baby boy