Alberta Hunter - Aggravatin' Papa lyrics

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Alberta Hunter - Aggravatin' Papa lyrics

I know a triflin' man 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: Aggravatin' 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! Aggravatin' 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! Aggravatin' 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! Aggravatin' 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!