Reunion Lyrics & Chords By Bobbie Gentry

Mama, can I huh, mama, can I huh, huh
Can I mama, won't you please let me, mama can I, huh
That's the sweetest little dress, Sally where'd you get the pattern?
Made me one just like it out of yellow dotted swiss

Yes, I guess we got the earliest garden in the county
Beneath the strawberries are a heap of snappin greenbeans
(It's been so long since I saw you, Hows your family
Too bad about your boy)

Mama make Willie quit pulling at my hair!
Mama ouch! ouch! mama, just make Willie quit it!
Tommy, if ya don't put down that stick
I'm gonna wear you out with it, boy, be quick

Come quick, Sammy Jean stuck her finger in a Coke bottle
Can't get it out cause its stuck, stuck, stuck
(Dad finally had his operation
You know how he is at putting off things)

Now I told you my mama didn't raise no fool
I can do anything if I got the right tools

Mama can I huh, mama can I huh, huh
Can I mama, won't you please let me, mama can I, huh
The crops been failing, lord it sure is dry
You'd think that we'd a sprinkle by and by
(Family reunion)

Gonna tear you up, girl, gonna get a switchin'
Better tell your cousin that you're sorry that you hit her
(Abby MaGiunness in love with Aybel's oldest boy
It's opt to kill their ma)

If I told you once, it's been a thousand times
Quit askin' your uncles for nickels and dimes
Mama, make Willie quit it, pulling at my hair
Mama, ouch! ouch! mama, just make Willie quit it

I told you my mama didn't raise no fool
I can do anything if I got the right tools
(Family reunion)

Did it again, put her finger in a Coke bottle
Can't get it out 'cause it's stuck, stuck, stuck
(I heard this mornin' they dropped the Tallahatchie river
And found poor Billie gone)

Ah, a little head cold, that's all ya have
You fix it right up with a jar of Vic's salve
It's the first time ever that the family's been together
It's so nice that we all get along so well
(Family reunion)

He's got the money, you'd think that he'd try
And do something for his mama before she died
Now I don't mean to criticize your cookin', no I don't
But I think that ya could add a little bit of pepper
(Harvey, I'd love to have your recipe, is that the cake you served last Sunday)

I told you my mama didn't raise no fool
I can do anything if I got the right tools

Mama, make Willie quit, bitin' at me!
Mama, ouch! ouch! mama, just make Willie quit it!
Why yes, I guess

And don't ya look nice in your Sunday dress?
Doesn't Sally look tacky in her silly little dress?
You can see that she just doesn't know no better
(Can you imagine, she let her daughter Rosalie
Go off to Memphis by herself)

Mama, can I huh, mama can I huh, huh
Can I, mama, won't you please let me, mama can I, huh