LYRICS
Alberta Hunter
Aggravatin Papa
They call him Triflin' Sam,
He lives in Birmingham,
'Way down in Alabam,
Now, the other night,
He had a fight
With a gal called Mandy Brim,
She sadly stated, she was aggravated,
And she yelled these words to him:
Aggravating Papa, don't try to two-time me!
Aggravatin' Papa, treat me kind or let me be;
Listen while I get you told,
Stop messin' round with my jellyroll,
If I catch you out with your high-brown baby,
I'll smack you down, and I don't mean maybe!
Aggravating Papa, I'll do anything you say,
But when you start to running, don't you run around my way;
Now, Papa, treat me pretty, nice and sweet,
'Cause I possess a forty-four that don't repeat,
So, Aggravatin' Papa, don't try to two-time me!
Aggravating Papa, don't try to two-time me!
Aggravatin' Papa, treat me kind or let me be;
Listen while I get you told,
Stop messin' round with my jellyroll,
If I catch you out with your high-brown baby,
I'll smack you down, and I don't mean maybe!
Aggravating Papa, I'll do anything you say,
But when you start to running, don't you run around my way;
Got one hand on my razor, one arm around my gun,
If I catch you foolin' round, I'll tear your doghouse down,
So, Aggravatin' Papa, don't try to two-time me!
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Chirpin' the blues
I woke up this mornin', heard somebody calling me
I woke up this mornin', heard somebody calling me
My man had packed his ______, said he was leaving for Tennessee
Bad luck and trouble, looks like they're on me to stay
Bad luck and trouble, looks like they're on me to stay
But good luck is old fortune, and it's bound to fall my way
Lord I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
I said I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long
It takes a worried woman to trust this worried song
If the blues where whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time
If the blues where whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time
Till the man I love would ease my troubled mind
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Down hearted blues
My man mistreated me, and he drove me from his door
Lord he mistreated me, and he drove me from his door
But the Good Book says you've got to reap just what you sow
I got the world in a jug, got the supper? right here in my hand
I got the world in a jug, got the supper? right here in my hand
And if you want me sweet papa you gotta come under my command
Say I ain't never loved but three men in my life
Lord I ain't never loved but three men in my life
't was my father and my brother and a man that wretched my life
Lord it may be a week and it may be a month or two
I said it may be a week and it may be a month or two
All the dirt you're doin' to me sho' comin' home to you
Lord I walked the floor, hang my head and cried
Lord I walked the floor, hang my head and cried
Had the down hearted blues, and I couldn't be satisfied.
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He's got a punch like Joe Louis
Lord a woman is a fool, to put all her trust in just one man
Yes a woman is a fool, to put all her trust in just one man
She can never get him when she wants him,
Just has to catch him when she can
Yes when I was crazy about you, you were crazy 'bout somebody else
You know when I was crazy about you, you were crazy 'bout somebody else
I know I was a fool to let you jive me,
Lord but I just couldn't help myself
So get away from my window, stop knockin' on my door
Lord get away from my window, ooh stop knockin' on my door
Cause I got myself some pigmeat,
And I don't want you no more
He's got a punch like Joe Louis, and other charms that I admire
He's got a punch like Joe Louis, and other charms that I admire
And when that baby startin' to love me,
Oh Lord he sets my heart on fire.
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Someone else will take your place
I've cried both night and day,
You've always had your way;
But now you're leavin,'
You're goin' away to stay.
What grieves my weary mind
I've been so good and kind;
If you had to leave me,
Why did you wait till today?
When you're leavin' me, pretty baby,
Someone else will take your place;
For many years, I've long been waiting,
Just anyplace with so much grace,
Some place like a millionaire,
Lord, I do declare,
With my dainty figure and my baby stare,
So if you're leavin' me, pretty baby,
Someone else will take your place.
I said, you're leavin' me, pretty baby,
Someone else will take your place.
For many years I've long been waiting,
Just anyplace with so much grace,
So if you didn't want me,
Tell me to my face,
'Cause five or six women long to take your place,
If you're dissatisfied and feel like leavin'
Someone else will take your place.
[Spoken] Hit that thing, big boy!
When you're leavin' me, pretty baby,
Someone else will take your place.
For many years I've long been waiting,
Anywhere with so much grace,
So have a drink,
You're in for fun,
The chance is gone, you might be wrong,
If you're dissatisfied and feel like leavin'
Someone else will take your place.
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Stingaree blues
I feel so sad today,
My man is gone away,
My heart is full of pain.
He was so good to me,
Sweet papa Stingaree,
I want him back again!
I got those lovin' blues, dyin' blues,
For my sweet papa Stingaree!
I woke up this morning,
I woke up this morning,
I heard somebody callin' me:
"Sweet mama, mama,"
I woke up this morning,
I heard somebody callin' me;
It must have been my sweet papa Stingaree.
I tried to treat him right,
I kissed him every night,
But it was all in vain,
He gave the door to me,
Sweet papa Stingaree,
I love him just the same.
I got those cryin' blues, dyin' blues,
For my sweet papa Stingaree!
Blues in the bottle,
Blues in the bottle,
I've got stoppers in my hand,
Sweet papa, papa,
Blues in the bottle,
I've got stoppers in my hand,
Blues in the bottle,
Blues for my loving man.
Sometimes I wonder,
Sometimes I wonder,
Wasn't he a teasin' brown,
Hey, lordy, lordy!
Sometimes I wonder,
Just give me a teasin' brown,
A yellow man will keep you worried all the time,
I mean all the time!
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Darktown Strutters' Ball
I'll be down to get you in a taxi, honey
Better be ready about half past eight
Now honey, don't be late
I want to be there when the band starts playing
Remember when we get there, honey
The two-steps, I'm goin' to have 'em all
Goin' to dance out both my shoes
When they play the "Jelly Roll Blues"
Tomorrow night at the Darktown Strutters' Ball...
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You can have my man if he comes to see you too
I'm leavin' town today,
I'm gonna have my way;
You say my man is not my own,
Well, you can have him; just give him a home.
Don't have to start a row,
Go on and take him now;
Go on, I say, take him to stay,
'Cause I've got a new papa now!
Now you can have that man,
If you say he comes to see you, too;
Go on and take that man,
You will find out that his love ain't true.
A man like him ain't worth a cent,
He just wants you to pay his room rent,
Take it from me, I'm glad I'm free,
So you can have that man!
I will gladly give that bird to you,
Got all my clothes packed, gonna leave this shack,
Don't want nobody, Lord, to call me back!
My daddy wants me, sweet papa wants me,
For me to come there,
I'm going now,
I'm going to take the fastest train!
So you can have that man!
Now, you can have that man,
If you say he comes to see you, too;
Go on, and take that man,
You will find out that his love ain't true.
Lord, a man like that ain't worth a cent,
Just wants you to pay his room rent,
Take it from me, I'm glad I'm free,
So you can have that man!
I will gladly give that bird to you,
Got all my clothes packed, gonna leave this shack,
Don't want nobody, Lord, to call me back!
My daddy wants me, sweet papa wants me,
For me to come there,
I'm going now,
I'm going to catch the fastest train!
So you can have that man!
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You can't do what that last man did
Listen, daddy mine, what do you want of me?
I've been just as good as can be;
Now the love I had for you has turned to hate;
You don't appreciate,
So, Daddy, there's the gate.
You can't do what my last man did.
Boss me 'round, and treat me like he did,
I'm wise to what you'd like to do,
So from now on, let me miss you,
I weep and pine all the time,
While you show off with friends of mine!
My last man tried to drag me down,
But he was one good man to have around;
But when the clock on the wall strikes half past three,
I want all the things you took from me,
'Cause you can't do what my last man did.
Early this morning, you wanted to fight,
'Cause you heard I cabareted last night,
Tried to take my money, and pawn my flat,
Now you've worn the welcome clean off my mat.
'Cause you can't do what my last man did:
Hold me tight, treat me right, every night;
I'd love you if you only did,
Every night, treat me right, hold me tight,
You're mighty old to be so bold,
And I can't stand a man that's cold,
Why you can't love me sufficiently,
To make me forget my used-to-be.
He could love like a lover should,
Always could, when he would, he was good,
You've lost your nest, go east or west, but go, just go
Now that last cruel papa, he blacked my eye,
Then left me alone to sigh and cry,
But you can't do what that last man did.
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