Well, I've got a big fat momma, she came from Kokomo
Got a big fat momma, she came from Kokomo
Met her down in Georgia boy, where how the peaches grow

Wine and whiskey won't let me do right
Wine and whiskey won't let me do right
Drinkin' all day, drinkin' that stuff all night

She packed up to take that morning train
She packed up to take that morning train
Sick and tired of a no-good drunken man

I said, baby, dontcha leave me
Baby, dontcha leave me
No, no, no, don't leave me
No, no, no, don't leave me
Shoot the preacher, kill his wife
Rob the banker, take his life

But baby, please don't leave me
No, no, dontcha leave me
Baby robbed the baker
Embalmed the undertaker
Called Dick Boone a low-down goon
Shoot Ben Bart and take his heart, baby

Oh, lay me in the cradle, rock me, oh
Lay me in the cradle, rock me, oh
Hold me tight, squeeze me
Hold me tight, squeeze me
Squeeze that whiskey out my soul
Steal some off old Ben Bart's gold, baby

Baby, dontcha leave me, oh
Baby, dontcha leave me, oh
Baby, dontcha leave me, oh
Baby, dontcha leave me, oh
No, no, no, don't leave me
No, no, no, don't leave me