MO TEE SUH FEELS BETTER

Mo Tee Suh was fightin’ mad
As she sat there on the stoop
“What’s so great about this thang?”
Staring hard at the old coupe

Then, the diner door opened
And, Charlotte Jean walked outside
“I guess there’s no sense in lyin’”
“He just asked me for a ride”

Mo Tee Suh jumped up right fast
“You be straight with me, right now!”
“I’m as straight as a pencil”
“So, don’t go havin’no cow”

“His car broke down neah my house”
“And, I jest took pity on ‘em”
“Said, he was on his way heah”
“For some ice tea ‘to the brim!’ ”

Mo Tee Suh brushed herself off
Walked back into the diner
“Would ya like some mo tee suh?
”Thar ain’t none enny finah!”

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MO TEE SUH GETS NO ANSWERS

“Hey there, Mah-grit, how you doin’?”
Charlotte Jean was talking sweet
“I’m fine as frog’s hair split twice”
“So, tell me how’d you folks meet?”

Mo Tee Suh watched her feller
Walkin’ towards a booth
Charlotte Jean thought of some lies
Mo Tee Suh wanted the truth

“I saw y’all drive up out there”
“That cain’t be your car, is it?”
The feller stared at the floor
She was gonna throw a fit

“Has the cat got your tongue, girl?”
“You know I’m tawkin’ to you!”
“Why’d you drive up heah with him?
Charlotte Jean walked away too

“Fine! Fine! Just be that way then!”
“Mama, two bowls of Shoe Soup”
“That’s all those two fools will git!”
“I’ll be out thar on the stoop!”

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MO TEE SUH AND THE '57 CHEVY

She sat by the front window
Hopin’ that Bubba would call
Just one little ol’ favor
Nope, he was no help at all

“Dang his hide, he’s gonna pay”
“Unless he gits heah real quick”
“I wanna know ‘bout that feller”
“Bubba’s useless as a tick”

A ’57 Chevy
Pulled into the parking lot
She gave it the once over
“I think I’m likin’ this.. not!”

Out stepped one fine Charlotte Jean
Looking like Cinderella
Then, out from the other door
Mo Tee Suh’s handsome feller

“How the hale does he know her?”
“I sho’ am smellin a rat!”
Charlotte Jean just smiled and waved
“Yep, we’ll just see about that”

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MO TEE SUH'S CURIOSITY

Bubba! Ah need you tah git ovah heah to tha dinah
Whudayamean who dah hale is this??
Ah need you tah see 'bout dis handsome feller
He's in heah agin and ah wanna know
Oh come on now.. you know ah'm sweet on 'em
He's nicer lookin' den ennybuddy else 'round heah
And, he doan tawk much.. jes smiles and nods
Mebbe you cud git Daddy's truck and follow him
No! Ah doan want ya tah shoot him ya dang fool!
Jes see whar he goes when he leaves tha Dinah
Mebbe he stays at Miz Braddock's Boardin' House
'Cause enny fool kin tell he ain't from around heah
When he duz say sumthin, it's a lotta fifty cent words
Oh come on now, Bubba! You owe me and you know it!
I found out about that trashy Charlet Jean fer ya
Yes that does count too.. saved you a shot at Doc Jack's!
Now do whut I say! Git ovah heah befo he leaves
Doan be lolly gaggin' now.. ya heah me, Bubba!
'Sides.. Mamma made apple pie tahnite .. BYE!

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MO TEE SUH'S NAME

He walked back into the diner
Hopin' she'd be there tonight
She stepped through the kitchen door
Looks like his timin' was right

“Nice tah see ya this evenin', suh”
”We got greens on the menu”
”Mama sho' picked a mess of it”
”I'd git it if I wuz you”

He smiled and watched her pour the tea
Wonderin' what she had just said
Nodding yes seemed to be the thing to do
She brought him some hot cornbread

“I don't believe I caught your name”
He asked as he sipped the tea
”That's cause I ain't served it to ya”
”Are ya tryin' tah flirt with me?”

He looked at her and scratched his ear
Not sure if he heard her right
He thought he better ask again
This might be a real long night

“It's Mahhh-grit. Daddy named me that”
”Sounds real uppity doan it?”
He then thought of Southern humor
What'd she say about my grits?

“Folks call me near ‘bout evahthang”
She left in a talking blur
He never would ask her again
He'd just call her "Mo Tee Suh"
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MO TEE SUH AND CONNIE VAN

The door of the diner opened
In walked Connie Van DeCamp
Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth
Known as the town’s dirty tramp

“Well, look at you Miss Connie Van”
“All dolled up like yo’ bad self”
Mo Tee Suh pointed to a booth
“You trollin’ or by yoself?”

“I decided to come in here”
“It sure needs a little class”
“But, it you’re gonna talk like that”
“You can kiss my big white..”

“Hey! Mama don’t like talk like that”
“Order something or just go”
“I ain’t in no mood for you, girl”
“Find someplace else for your show!”

“I’m headin’ off to Hollywood!”
Mo Tee Suh’s ears perked up
“I’m gonna be a movie star”
“Go git me a CLEAN coffee cup”

“Mama!” Mo Tee Suh screamed out back
“That tramp’s stealin’ all my dreams!”
As she peeked from the kitchen door
Connie looked around and beamed

“Here’s your CLEAN cup, Miss Connie Van”
”How you gonna be a star?”
‘Oh, this old man saw me dancin’”
“Said, I could really go far”

Mo Tee Suh didn’t say much more
She knew her dreams weren’t taken
Connie would never be a star
That ol’ man was mistaken

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