One Hour Mama
by 
Ida Cox 
recording of 31 October 1939, New York 
from probably 
I Can't Quit My Man (Affinity 1015) 
I've always heard that haste makes waste 
So I believe in takin' my time 
The highest mountain can't be raced 
It's something you must slowly climb 
I want a slow and easy man 
He needn't ever take the lead 
'Cause I work on that longtime plan 
And I ain't a-lookin' for no speed 
I'm a one hour mama 
So no one minute papa 
Ain't the kind of man for me 
Set your alarm clock papa 
One hour, that's proper 
Then love me like I like to be 
I don't want no lame excuses 
'Bout my lovin' bein' so good 
That you couldn't wait no longer 
Now I hope I'm understood 
I'm a one hour mama 
So no one minute papa 
Ain't the kind of man for me 
I can't stand no greenhorn lover 
Like a rookie goin' to war 
With a load of big artillery 
But don't know what it's for 
He's got to bring me a reference 
With a great long pedigree 
And must prove he's got endurance 
Or he don't mean that to me 
I don't like no crowin' rooster 
What just kicks a lick or two 
Action is the only booster 
Of just what my man can do 
I don't want no imitation 
My requirements ain't no joke 
Cause I've got pure indignation 
For a guy what's lost his stroke 
I'm a one hour mama 
So no one minute papa 
Ain't the kind of man for me 
Set your alarm clock papa 
One hour, that's proper 
Then love me like I like to be 
I may want love for one hour 
Then decide to make it two 
Takes an hour before I get started 
Maybe three 'fore I'm through 
I'm a one hour mama 
So no one minute papa 
Ain't the kind of man for me