Kitchen Man Lyrics - Bessie Smith

Madam Buff's was quite deluxe 

Servants by the score 

Footmen at each door 

Butlers and maids galore 

But one day Sam, her kitchen man 

Gave in his notice, he's through 

She cried, "Oh Sam, don't go 

It'll grieve me if you do" 

I love his cabbage gravy, his hash 

Crazy 'bout his succotash 

I can't do without my kitchen man 

Wild about his turnip top 

Like the way he warms my chop 

I can't do without my kitchen man 

Anybody else can leave 

And I would only laugh 

But he means too much to me 

And you ain't heard the half 

Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot 

Never fails to touch the spot 

I can't do without my kitchen man 

His frankfurters are oh so sweet 

How I like his sausage meat 

I can't do without my kitchen man 

Oh, how that boy can open clam 

No one else is can touch my ham 

I can't do without my kitchen man 

When I eat his doughnuts 

All I leave is the hole 

Any time he wants to 

Why, he can use my sugar bowl 

Oh, his baloney's really worth a try 

Never fails to satisfy 

I can't do without my kitchen man