Cold, Cold Heart / Little Mama - Louis Prima, Gia Maione, Sam Butera

I’ve tried so hard my dear to show that you’re the only dream

Yet you’re afraid each thing I do is just an evil scheme

A memory of your lonesome past keeps us so far apart

Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue

And now heart is paying dear, for things I didn’t do

In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start

Why can’t I free your doubtful mind, and melt the cold cold heart

Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue

Now heart is paying dear, for the things it didn’t do

In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start

Why can’t I free your doubtful mind, melt you cold cold heart

Won’t you come home, little mother

Ah won’t you come on home

'Cause I bawled the whole day long

I’m gonna do the cooking, honey

I get a little scratch, I’m-a lay on you for the rent

'Cause you know you know you know you know you know you know

You done me wrong

And I very well remember the evening that you threw me out

All you left me with was a stinking old comb, you did

Baby, you know you’re to blame

You ought to be ashamed

Little mama, drag that fine body home

Won’t you come home, little mama

Oh, won’t you ever come home

I cried the whole day long, yes I did

I’m gonna do the cooking, baby

All the cooking for you right

And you know, you know, you know, you know, you know

I remember very well the rainy evening

When you threw me out, yes you did

All you left me with was a silly old comb

Baby, you know, you’re to blame

Oh yeah,?

Little mama, won’t you please, come on home

I need some loving

Baby, won’t you please, come on home

Hurry hurry hurry hurry

Baby, won’t you please, come home

Hurry hurry