What's Your Mama's Name Child-Tanya Tucker

What's your mama's name, child? What's your mama's name. Thirty some odd years ago, a young man came to Memphis. Asking 'bout a rose that used to blossom in his world. People never too the time to mind the young man's questions, Until one day they heard him ask a little green-eyed girl: What's your mama's name, child? What's your mama's name? Does she ever talk about a place called New Orleans. Has she ever mentioned a man named Buford Wilson? What's your mama's name, child? What's your mama's name? Twenty some off years ago, a drunkard down in Memphis, Lost a month of life in labour to the county jail. Just because he asked a little green-eyed girl a question, And offered her a nickel's worth of candy if she'd tell. A year and some odd days ago, an old man died in Memphis. Just another wayward soul, the county'd had to pay. Inside the old man's ragged coat, they found a faded letter. It said: "You have a daughter and her eyes are Wilson green." What's your mama's name, child? What's your mama's name? Does she ever talk about a place called New Orleans. Has she ever mentioned a man named Buford Wilson? What's your mama's name, child? What's your mama's name? What's your mama's name, child? What's your mama's name?