The people call me Mama Treetop, 'cause I'm slimmer and tall,
But when I get ready to get my ashes hauled,
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
Because it satisfies my worried mind!
I've got a range in my kitchen, I've got a strict rule,
When it gets too hot I want my oven just cool!
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
Because it satisfies my worried mind!
You can drink my liquor, wear my clothes,
But when it's on time of feelin' my dough,
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
Because it satisfies my worried mind!
You can milk my cow, use the cream,
But when it comes to lovin' me that will be in a dream!
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
Because it satisfies my worried mind!
Now keep a-churnin' till the butter comes!
You can crank my car, shift my gear,
But when any easy ridin' goes on here,
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
I let my daddy do that,
Because it satisfies my worried mind!