Tell Me, Momma (Live From London 5/26/66)

Ol' black Bascom, doesn't break no mirrors Cold black water dog, make no tears You say you love me with what may be love Don't you remember making' baby love Got your steam drill bit and you're looking' for some kid To get it to work for you like your nine pound hammer did But I know that you know that I know that you show Something is tearing up your mind Tell me, momma Tell me, momma Tell me, momma, what is it What's wrong with you this time Hey, John, come and get me some candy goods Shucks, it sure feels like it's in the woods Spend some time on your January trips You got tombstone moose up and your grave yard whips If you're anxious to find out when your friendship's gonna end Come on, baby, I'm your friend And I know that you know that I know that you show Something is tearing up your mind Tell me, momma Tell me, momma Tell me, momma, what is it What's wrong with you this time Oh, we bone the editor, can't get rid But his painted sled, instead it's a bed Yes, I see you on your window ledge But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge And, anyway, you're just gonna make people jump and roar Watcha wanna go and do that for For I know that you know that I know that you know Something is tearing up your mind Tell me, momma Tell me, momma Tell me, momma, what is it What's wrong with you this time