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Lyrics: Susan Tedeschi. Mama, He Treats Your Daughter Mean.

I said, mama, he treats your daughter mean
Oh, I said mama he treats your daughter mean
Well, he's the meanest man I've ever seen

I said, mama, this man is lazy
Almost drive me crazy
Mama he takes all my money
Makes me call him honey

I've stood all that I can stand
Said what's the matter with this man

I said, mama, he treats your daughter so mean
Oh, I said, mama, he treats your daughter so mean
Well, he's the meanest man I've ever seen, help me now

I said, mama, he treats your daughter so mean
Oh, I said, mama, he treats your daughter so mean
Well, he's the meanest man I've ever seen

Oh, I said, mama, I'm so disgusted
He just can't be trusted
Mama he makes me squeeze him
Oh, tell mama my squeezes just don't please him

I've stood all I can stand
Gonna pack my bags and leave this man

I said, mama, he treats your daughter so mean
Oh, I said, mama, he treats your daughter so mean
He's the meanest man, I've ever seen, Lord, no, now

Got to find a good man
Oh, I said, mama, I'm tired of this man of mine
I got to find me a good man baby
Find me a good man now, find me a good man baby

I got to find me a good man, oh yes
I got to find me a good man now, I need a good man
One that's gonna treat me right
And oh one that's gonna come home at night
I don't want a man that fuss and fights

Oh, I said, mama, mama, he treats your daughter mean
Oh I said, mama, he treats your daughter so mean
Well, he's the meanest man I've ever seen
Oh, no, so mean