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by J. Cox recording of October 4 1923 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice Clara: I feel sad Bessie: You feel blue Clara: I can hardly sleep at night Bessie: For your man was sore all the time Clara: And I know I didn't treat him right Bessie: You're going back to your first love Clara: 'Cause a good man is hard to find Bessie: I say you'll have such a grand good man Clara: Believe me he is sure on my mind Clara: I'm going back Bessie: Yeah, you carrying it on back Clara: I'm going back to my used to be Bessie: You're going back Clara: I'm going back, 'cause my man was sure good to me When last winter when times was rough Bessie: Look out there, Clara, Clara: You know your man was in the pool yard strutting his stuff I'm going back Bessie: Clara, you say you're going back I'm going back to my used to be Bessie: And it's this morning Clara: Back to my used to be Bessie: What can you use him for Clara: Crazy about my used to be Bessie: He ain't good-looking Clara: I love my used to be __________ Note: duet with Clara Smith.
by Graham / Clarence Williams / Spencer Williams recording of 1924-1925 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 2 (1924-1925) (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47471), copyright notice There's a saying going 'round and I begin to think it's true It's awful hard to love someone, when they don't care 'bout you Once I had a lovin' man, as good as many in this town But now I'm sad and lonely, for he's gone and turned me down, now I ain't got nobody and nobody cares for me I got the blues, the weary blues And I'm sad and lonely, won't somebody come and take a chance with me? I'll sing sweet love songs honey, all the time If you'll come and be my sweet baby mine 'Cause I ain't got nobody, and nobody cares for me Won't somebody go and find my man and bring him back to me It's awful hard to be alone and without sympathy Once I was a loving gal, as good as any in this town but since my daddy left me, I'm a gal with her heart bowed down
by Brymn / Bessie Smith / Williams recording of June 15, 1923 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice Daddy, I want some furs and things Daddy, I want the diamond rings Aeroplanes, motor cars and such If your little mama ain't askin' too much From you, from you Won't you give me what I want, daddy do If you don't I know who will If you don't I know who will You may think that I'm just bluffin' But I'm one gal ain't supposed to want for nothin' I got my wantin' habits on I've had 'em on since this morn1 Man, you've got to help me 'long If you don't, it's good-bye John Squeeze me till I feel the thrill Love me till I get my fill 'Cause if you don't and say you won't I know who will, Mr. So-and-So I know who will If you don't I know who will If you don't I know who will You might think that I'm just bluffin' But I'm one gal ain't supposed to want for nothin' I've got my wantin' habits on I've had 'em on since this morn Man, you've got to help me 'long If you don't, it's goodbye John Squeeze me till I feel the thrill Love me till I get my fill 'Cause if you don't and say you won't I know who will, my other papa I know who will __________ Note 1: morn, dawn or morning.
by Brymn / Small / Williams recording of November 20 1931 from Complete Recordings, Vol. 5: The Final Chapter (Columbia/Legacy 57546), copyright notice Tired of bein' lonely, tired of bein' blue, I wished I had some good man, to tell my troubles to Seem like the whole world's wrong, since my man's been gone I need a little sugar in my bowl, I need a little hot dog, on my roll I can stand a bit of lovin', oh so bad, I feel so funny, I feel so sad I need a little steam-heat, on my floor, Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go What's the matter, hard papa, come on and save you mama's soul 'Cause I need a little sugar, in my bowl, doggone it, I need a little sugar in my bowl I need a little sugar, in my bowl, I need a little hot dog, between my rolls You gettin' different, I've been told, move your finger, drop something in my bowl I need a little steam-heat on my floor, Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go (spoken: Get off your knees, I can't see what you're drivin' at! It's dark down there! Looks like a snake! C'mon here and drop somethin' here in my bowl, stop your foolin', and drop somethin', in my bowl) by Bessie
Smith
by Bessie Smith recording of from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 4 (Columbia/Legacy 52838), copyright notice When I see two sweethearts spoon1, underneath the silv'ry moon It makes my love come down, I wanna be around Kiss me, honey, it makes my love come down Cuddle close, turn out the light, do just what you did last night It makes my love come down, I wanna be in town Sweet, sweet daddy, it makes my love come down Wild about my toodle-oh2, when I gets my toodle-oh It makes my love come down, want every pound Hear me cryin', it makes my love come down Likes my coffee, likes my tea, daffy3 about my stingaree It makes my love come down, I wanna be around Oh, sweet papa, it makes my love come down If you want to hear me rave, honey, give me what I crave It makes my love come down, actin' like a clown Can't help from braggin', it makes my love come down Come on and be my desert sheik, you're so strong and I'm so weak It makes my love come down, to be love-land bound Red hot papa, it makes my love come down If you want me for your own, kiss me nice and leave me alone It makes my love come down, it makes my love come down Take me bye-bye, it makes my love come down When you take me for a ride, when I'm close up by your side It makes my love come down, ridin' all around Easy ridin' makes my love come down __________ Note 1: to spoon, to make love by caressing, kissing, and talking amorously; Note 2: toodle, still looking for the meaning of this word, mail me please if you know a/the meaning; Note 3: daffy, crazy or foolish, in this context it means crazy. by Clarence
Williams / H. Jenkins
by Clarence Williams recording of 19 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 4 (Columbia/Legacy 52838), copyright notice If your man is nice and sweet Serving you lots of young pig meat Oh yes, keep it to yourself If you know you are standing fast Got him worried where you at Oh yes, keep it to yourself He don't fall for no one He don't call for no one He don't give nobody none of his L.O.V.E. 'Cause it's yours If your man is full of action Givin' you lots of satisfaction Oh yes, keep it to yourself If you gotta have a kiss and a sweet Makes me week way down in my knees Oh yes, keep it to yourself If he tries to treat you right Give him lovin' every night Oh yes, keep it to yourself He don't fall for no one He don't call for no one He don't give nobody none of his L.O.V.E. 'Cause it's yours With your man you got the best go Don't broadcast it on nobody's radio! Oh yes, keep it to yourself
by Max Kortlander / Williams recording of 1923 or 1924 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice One dark and stormy night, Bill Jones was feeling blue Things didn't seem just right, so he didn't know just what to do I said: Bill, please tell me, ain't you satisfied? He looked around so pitiful, then to me he replied Keeps on a-rainin', look how it's rainin' Papa he can't make no time Wind keeps blowing, cold wind blowing Soon I'll find a southern clime1 In the wintertime when it starts to snow You know you pretty mama's got to have some dough Keeps on rainin', look how it's rainin' Papa he can't make no time Ain't the snow just beautiful, some people say But I'd rather see it in a moving picture play Keeps on snowin', look how it's snowin' Papa he can't make no time __________ Note: subtitle "Papa, He Can't Make No Money"; Note 1: clime, climate.
by Weber / Williams recording of June 14, 1923 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice Bad luck has come to stay Trouble never end My man has gone away With a girl I thought was my friend I'm worried down with care Lordy, can't you hear my prayer Lady Luck, Lady Luck Won't you please smile down on me There's the time, friend of mine I need your sympathy I've got a horseshoe on my door I've knocked on wood till my hands are sore Since my man's done turned me loose I've got those Lady Luck blues, I mean I've got those Lady Luck blues Lady Luck, Lady Luck Won't you please smile down on me There's the time, friend of mine I need your sympathy I've got his picture turned upside down I've sprinkled goofer dust all around Since my man is gone I'm all confused I've got those Lady Luck blues Find my good man I've got those Lady Luck blues by Bessie
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by Bessie Smith recording of 19 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 3 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47474), copyright notice I was with you, baby, when you didn't have a dime I was with you, baby, when you didn't have a dime Now since you got a lot of money, you have thrown a good gal down Once ain't for always and two ain't for twice Once ain't for always and two ain't for twice When you get a good gal, you'd better treat her nice When you were lonesome, I treated you kind When you were lonesome, I treated you kind But since you've got money, it has changed your mind I'm goin' to leave you, baby, and I ain't goin' to say goodbye I'm goin' to leave you, baby, and I ain't goin' to say goodbye But I'll write you a letter and tell you the reason why Days are lonesome, nights are so long Days are lonesome, nights are so long I'm a good gal, but I just been treated wrong
by Martin / Williams recording of 19 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice Some people say that the weary blues ain't bad Some people say the weary blues ain't bad But it's the worst old feeling that I've ever had Woke up this morning, with the jinx around my bed I woke up this morning with the jinx around my bed I didn't have no daddy to hold my aching head Brown skin's deceitful, but a yellow man is worse Brown skin's deceitful, but a yellow man is worse I'm gonna get myself a black man and play safety first I got a man in Atlanta, two in Alabama, three in Chattanooga Four in Cincinnati, five in Mississippi, six in Memphis, Tennessee If you don't like my peaches, please let my orchard be
by Wood recording of 19 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 3 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47474), copyright notice Gals, bed bugs sure is evil, they don't mean me no good Yeah, bed bug sure is evil, they don't mean me no good Thinks he's a woodpecker and I'm a chunk of wood When I lay down at night, I wonder how can a poor gal sleep When I lay down at night, I wonder how can a poor gal sleep When some is holding my hand, others eating my feet Bed bug as big as a jackass1, will bite you and stand and grin Bed bug as big as a jackass, will bite you and stand and grin Will drink all the bed bur for them turn around and bite you again Something moan in the corner, I went over and see Something moan in the corner, I went over and see It was the bed bug a prayin', Lord, gimme some more cheese __________ Note 1: jackass, male donkey. In other context also used for a stupid person or a fool.
by Thompson / Williams recording of March 1923 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice Daddy, daddy, please come back to me Daddy, daddy, please come back to me Your mama's lonesome as she can be You left me at midnight, clocks were striking twelve Left me at midnight, clocks were striking twelve To face this cruel world all by myself Woke up at midnight, sad and blue Missed my daddy from my side Left alone to bemoan my fate That's why I'm sighing, crying, I just can't refuse I feel so troubled, heartbroken, too Woe and misery I can't hide At twelve o'clock I unlock my hate I've got the meanest kind of lonesome midnight blues
by Porter Grainger / B. Ricketts recording of December 4 1923 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice Daddy, mama's got the blues The kind of blues that's hard to lose 'Cause you mistreated me And drove me from your door Daddy, you ain't heard the news There's another papa in your shoes You ain't even got a chance with me no more So be on your p's and q's1 Mistreating daddy, mistreating mama all the time Just because she wouldn't let you Mistreating daddy, mama's drawed the danger line Yes, you'll cross it, I'll get you If you see me setting on another daddy's knee Don't bother me, I'm as mean as can be I'm like the butcher right down the street I can cut you all apieces like I would a piece of meat Mistreating daddy, you used to knock your mama down When you knew I fell for you Had me so nervous, I would start dogging 'round Yes, every time I saw you But now I've got you off of my mind And found another daddy who's just my kind Mistreating daddy, I've got another papa now I've got a tip for people talking about I will grab my daddy and turn him wrong side out Mistreating daddy, I've got a good papa now __________ Note 1: p's and q's, something (as one's manners) that one should be mindful of or being on one's best behavior. From the phrase "mind one's p's and q's", alluding to the difficulty a child learning to write has in distinguishing between p and q.
by P. DeRose / Harry Richman / Jo Trent recording of March 2, 1927 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 3 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47474), copyright notice Dixie1 moonlight, Swanee shore Headed homebound just once more To my Mississippi delta home Southland has that grand garden spot Although you believe or not I hear those breeze a-whispering: "Come on back to me" Muddy water 'round my feet Muddy water in the street Just God don't shelter Down on the delta Muddy water in my shoes Reeling and rocking to them lowdown blues They live in ease and comfort down there I do declare Been away a year today To wander and roam I don't care it's muddy there But see it is my home Got my toes turned Dixie way 'Round the delta let me lay My heart cries out for muddy water __________ Note: " "Muddy Water" is a great record despite the puerility of its lyrics – it's a pop tune that, of all things, sentimentalizes the recurrent Mississippi floods! Compare the guff about "Dixie moonlight, Swanee shore" with the honest and compelling imagery of Bessie's personal reaction to the great Mississippi flood of the same year (1927), which she experienced while on tour (see – or rather hear – Bessie's "Back Water Blues")". George Avakian; Note 1: Dixie, name for the Southern states of the U.S. First used in the song Dixie (1859) by Daniel D. Emmett; Note 2: Swanee, or Suwannee, a 250 miles (400 kilometers) long river that flows from South-East Georgia & North Florida South-West into the Gulf of Mexico.
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by Bessie Smith recording of 1924 or 1925 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 2 (1924-1925) (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47471), copyright notice Clara: who was that man I saw you with the other day? Bessie: that was my smooth black daddy that we call Charlie Gray Don't you know that's my man? Yes, that's a fact I ain't seen your name printed up and down his back You better let him be What old gal? Because you ain't talkin' to me That's my man, I want him for my own (spoken: No! No!) He's my sweet daddy You'd better leave that man alone See that suit he's got on? I bought it last week I've been buyin' clothes for five years for that is my black sheik Is that you honey? (Charlie) 'Tain't nobody but, who's back here? It sounds like Charlie It is my man, sweet papa Charlie Gray Your man? How do you git that way? Now, look here, honey, I been had that man for umpteen year Child, didn't I turn your damper1 down? Yes, Clara, and I've cut you every way but loose! Well, you might as well be get it fixed Well, then... I guess we got to have him on cooperation plan I guess we got to have him on cooperation plan (spoken: Bessie! Clara!) (Bessie and Clara together) Ain't nothin' different 'bout that rotten two time man How about it? Suits me! Suits me! Well then...! __________ Note: plain text style is Bessie, italic is Clara; Note 1: damper, a device that damps as a valve or plate (as in the flue of a furnace) for regulating the draft.
by Handman / Roy Turk recording of October 15 1923 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice I've got a lovesick tale to tell to you Though it ain't no affair of mine It's 'bout a gal named Sue and a boy named Lou They were fighting all the time Sue came home one afternoon And found an empty dining room Without a word her turtledove had flown She began to moan My sweetie went away but he didn't say where He didn't say when, he didn't say why Oh, bid me goodbye I'm blue as I can be I know he loved another one but he didn't say who He didn't say when, he didn't say what His mama has got That took my sweetie from me I'm like a little lost sheep And I can't sleep But I keep trying to forget My trifling papa has left his mama all alone, I groan My sweetie went away but he didn't say where He didn't say when, he didn't say why I know I'll die Why don't he hurry home
by George W. Thomas recording of 19 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 4 (Columbia/Legacy 52838), copyright notice Old New Orleans is a great big old southern town, where hospitality you will surely find The population there is very, very fair, with ev'rything they do White folks do it too, they have a dance surely it's something rare there Glide, slide, prance, dance, hop, stop Take it easy honey! Hmm I can never git tired of dancin' those Hop Scop Blues Once more you glide, slide, prance, dance The Hop Scop Blues will make you do a lovely shake They'll make you feel so grand when you join hand in hand, I'll never git tired of dancin' those Hop Scop Blues Once more you glide, slide, prance, I said dance, oh, hop, now stop Take it easy honey! Oh I can never git tired of dancin' those Hop Scop Blues Look out now! You glide, slide, I said prance, dance Hop Scop Blues will make you do a lovely shake They'll make you feel so grand when you join hand in hand, I'll never git tired of dancin' those Hop Scop Blues
by Clarence Williams / Spencer Williams recording of 1923 or 1924 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice In a bakery shop today I heard Miss Mandy Jenkins say She had the best cake, you see And they were fresh as fresh could be And as the people would pass by You would hear Miss Mandy cry Nobody in town can bake a sweet jelly roll like mine, like mine No other one in town can bake a sweet jelly roll so fine, so fine It's worth lots of dough, the boys tell me so It's fresh every day, you'll hear 'em all say Don't be no dunce, just try it once You'll be right in line Somebody told me I made the best jelly roll in town, I say in town You must admit that I'm a jelly roll bakin' hound, bakin' hound Good jelly roll, jelly roll is so hard to find We always get the other kind Nobody in town can bake a sweet jelly roll like mine Somebody told me I made the best jelly roll in town, I say in town You must admit that I'm a jelly roll bakin' hound, bakin' hound Good jelly roll, jelly roll from a bakery shop Will surely make a pool frog hop Nobody in town can bake a sweet jelly roll like mine, like mine
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by Ida Cox / B. Feldman recording of 1929 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 4 (Columbia/Legacy 52838), copyright notice Once I lived the life of a millionaire, spending my money, I didn't care I carried my friends out for a good time, buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine Then I began to fall so low, I didn't have a friend, and no place to go So if I ever get my hand on a dollar again, I'm gonna hold on to it till them eagle's grin Nobody knows you when you down and out In my pocket not one penny, and my friends I haven't any But If I ever get on my feet again, then I'll meet my long lost friend It's mighty strange, without a doubt Nobody knows you when you down and out I mean when you down and out Mmmmm, when you're down and out, mmmmm, not one penny And my friends I haven't any, mmmmm, well I felt so low Nobody wants me round their door, mmmmm, without a doubt, No man can use you wen you down and out I mean when you down and out
by Elisha Herbert / W. Russell recording of April 11 1923, New York City from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice Just like a flower I am fading away The doctor call to see me most every day But he don't do me no good, why? Because I'm lonesome for you And if you care for me Then you will listen to my plea Oh, daddy, look what you doin', look what you doin' Oh, daddy, you with your foolin', think what you're losin' All the little love I gave you Is goin' to make you feel so awfully blue When you miss me and long to kiss me You'll curse the day that you ever quit me Oh, daddy, think when you're all alone You'll get so lonely just wait and see But there will be someone else makin' love to me Then daddy, daddy, you won't have no mama at all Oh, daddy, look what you doin', look what you doin' Oh, daddy, you and your foolin', think what you losin' All the little love I gave you Is goin' to make me feel so awfully blue When you miss me, and long to kiss me You'll curse the day that you ever quit me Oh, daddy, think when you're all alone You know that you are getting old You'll miss the way I baked your jelly roll And daddy, daddy, you won't have no mama at all
by Trent / Williams recording of March 20, 1923 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice I've got the meanest man in the land But his love is that sticking brand His kiss just lingers on my lips And thrill me to my fingertips People say I'm a fool He's heartless and also cruel But outside of that, he's all right with me Outside of that, he's sweet as he can be I love him as true as stars above He beats me up, but how he can love I never loved like that since the day I was born I said for fun, I don't want you no more And when I said that, I made sweet papa sore He blacked my eyes, I couldn't see Then he pawned the things he gave to me But outside of that, he's all right with me I said for fun, I don't want you no more And when I said that, I made sweet papa sore When he pawned my things I said: you're a dirty old thief Now, then he turned around and knocks out both of my teeth Outside of that, he's all right with me
by Bessie Smith recording of from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 3 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47474), copyright notice My best man, my best friend, told me to stop peddlin'1 gin They even told me to keep my hands out people's pocket where their money was in But I wouldn't listen or have any shame, 'long as someone else would take the blame Now I can see it all come home to me I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now I mean, I'm in the jailhouse now I done stop runnin' around with this one and these good lookin' browns Any time you see me, I was good time bound, with this one, that one, most all in town I'm in the jailhouse now, I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now __________ Note 1: peddlin', to travel about with wares, in this case gin, for sale. In a wider sense: to sell, or offer for sale from place to place.
by Bessie Smith / Irving Johns recording of April 4 1923 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091), copyright notice Girls, I wanna tell you about these sweet men These men goin' around here tryin' to play cute I'm hard on you boys, yes sir! I fell in love with a sweet man once He said he loved me too He said if I'd run away with him What nice things he would do I'd travel around from town to town How happy I would feel But don't you know he would not work Girls, take this tip from me Get a working man when you marry And let all these sweet men be Child, it takes money to run a business And with me I know you girls will agree There's one thing about this married life That these young girls have got to know Say, if a sweet man enter your front gate Turn out your light and lock your door Yes, get a working man when you marry Let all these pinchbacks1 be Child, it takes money to run a business And with me I know you girls will agree And if this panic stays on much longer I'll hear all these young girls say That it's a long way to Oklahoma But these little pinchbacks, take them away __________ Note 1: pinchbacks, pinchbecks in modern day spelling, an alloy of copper and zinc used especially to imitate gold in jewelry. Also, something counterfeit or spurious. In the context of the song it is used for men who give their lovers cheap fake gold jewelry.
by Bessie
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by Bessie Smith recording of 19 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 3 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47474), copyright notice Down in Atlanta, GA, under the viaduct ev'ry day, drinking corn and hollerin' hooray Pianos playing till the break of day But as I turned my head, I loudly said, "Preach 'em blues, sing them blues" They certainly sound good to me I've been in love for the last six months and ain't done worrying yet Moan'em blues, holler them blues Let me convert your soul 'Cause just a little spirit of the blues tonight Let me tell you, girls, that your man ain't treating you right Let me tell you I don't mean no wrong I will learn you something if you listen to this song I ain't here to try to save your soul, just want to teach you how to save your good jelly roll Going on down the line a little further now There's many a poor woman down Read on down to chapter nine, woman must learn how to take their time Read on down to chapter ten, taking other women's men, you are doing a sin Sing'em, sing'em, sing them blues Let me convert your soul Now one sister by the name of Sister Green jumped up and done a shimmy you ain't never seen Sing'em, sing'em, sing them blues Let me convert your soul
by Porter Grainger recording of 1928 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 4 (Columbia/Legacy 52838), copyright notice I had a man for fifteen years Give him his room and board Once he was like a Cadillac Now he's like an old worn out Ford He never brought me a lousy dime And put it in my hand So there'll be some changes from now on According to my plan He's got to get it, bring it, and put it right here Or else he's gonna keep it out there If he must steal it, beg it, or borrow it somewhere Long as he gets it, I don't care I'm tired of fryin' pork chops To grease his fat lips And he has to find another place For to park his old hips He must get it, and bring it, and put it right here Or else he's gonna keep it out there The bee gets the honey, and brings it to the corn Else he's kicked out of his home sweet home To show you that they brings it, watch the dog and the cat Everything even brings it, from a mule to a gnat1 The rooster gets the worm, and brings it to the hen That oughta be a tip to all you no-good men The groundhog even brings it and puts it in his hole So my man has got to bring it, doggone his soul He's got to get it, bring it, and put it right here Or else he's gonna keep it out there If he must steal it, beg it, or borr' it somewhere Long as he gets it child, I don't care I'm gonna tell him like the China man: when you don't bring 'em check You don't get 'em laundry, if you break 'em down neck You got to get it, bring it, and put it right here Or else you gonna keep it out there __________ Note 1: gnat, any of various small usually biting flies.
by Bessie Smith recording of 1924 or 1925 from The Complete Recordings, Vol. 2 (1924-1925) (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47471), copyright notice When I wasn't nothin' but a child When I wasn't nothin' but a child All you men tried to drive me wild Now I'm growin' old Now I'm growin' old and I've got what it takes to get all of you men told My mama says I'm reckless, my daddy says I'm wild My mama says I'm reckless, my daddy says I'm wild I ain't good lookin' but I'm somebody's angel child Daddy, mama wants some lovin' Daddy, mama wants some huggin' Darn it pretty papa, mama wants some lovin' I vow Darn pretty papa, mama wants some lovin' right now
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