Teacake’s Parade Songtext
von Tamara Wellons

Hot damn I just left da field
Bossman gimme mah yield
Ah work real hard, done did my part
And I gotta get my wheels
See Ima headed to town
Where the women are around
Brown sugar dey taste so sweet
See hard-working man
With calloused hands
And dey quick to cook for me

So I gotta move, I gotta move on, on, on
So I gotta move, I gotta move on, on, on


Excuse me miss
I could use a me a cig′
Got tobacco leaf fuh me?
Aint has been here long
But my back is strong
Wild woman, yuh don't scare me
Got a story to tell?
Yuh hide so well
But yuh spirit is what I see
Yuh could be my lemonade
On the hottest day
You′re the cup I want to drink

So I gotta move, I gotta move on, on, on
So I gotta move, I gotta move on, on, on

Ain't against the law
This loving and talking
Spending nights just trying to be free
Yuh a lil bit older
But ahma lot more bolder
Day thoughts say "marry me"

Wait a minute, wait a minute
Yuh answer done made me think
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Your answer don't me shrink
Yuh don′t wanna be hitched
Then grab dis here ticket
Meet me in duh next city

So I gotta move, I gotta move on, on, on
So I gotta move, I gotta move on, on, on

So I gotta move, I gotta move on, on, on
So I gotta move, I gotta move on, on, on