The Rolling Stones - Crazy Mama - Live At The El Mocambo 1977

Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Your blown out brains You can talk about me Scorn my name You can steal my women And that don't mean a doggone thing If you don't believe I won't do it Away from the sea out of wit You're crazy mama, ah yeah Well your old times religion Is just as superstition You gonna pay high prices For your sacrifices, yes you will child Well your blood and thunder Sure can't faze me none If your gonna keep on coming I got to take it all head on If you don't believe I won't do it I walk out of steal of wit Your crazy mama, oh yeah I don't think I ain't though about it Sure makes my shackles rise And cold blood murder Make me want to draw the line Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain You're plain psychotic Plain insane If you don't believe I won't do it Oh, wait for the speed of the bullet You're crazy Mama You're crazy Mama, oh yeah Yeah, you're crazy Mama Woo-ho Ay-yo Thank you very much lovelies You're all beautiful You're lookin' lovely Yeah, yeah, you can do You can do what you like You can stand on your head And you know you can throw things at each other Yeah just sit down If you wanna dance We'll bring the other piano you can