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: 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!