| I know a drivin' man,
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| They call him Driver Sam,
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| He lives in Birmingham,
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| Way down in Alabam.
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| Now, the other night
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| He had a fight with a gal named Mandy Brown,
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| She kept on saying he was aggravatin',
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| And she shouted out to him:
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| Aggravatin' Papa, don’t you try to two-time me!
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| I said, don’t two-time me!
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| Aggravatin' Papa, treat me kind or let me be,
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| I mean, just let me be!
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| It’s been awhile, I’ll get you told,
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| Stop messin' round, sweet jellyroll.
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| If you stay out with a high-brown baby,
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| I’ll smack you down, and I don’t mean maybe!
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| Aggravatin' Papa, I’ll do anything you say,
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| Anything you say,
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| But when you go struttin', do your strut around my way!
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| So, papa, just treat me pretty, be nice and kind!
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| The way you treated me will make me lose my mind!
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| Aggravatin' Papa, don’t you try to two-time me!
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| Just treat me pretty, be nice and sweet!
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| I got a darn forty-four that don’t repeat,
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| Aggravatin' Papa, don’t you try to two-time me! |