| Waters Ethel | 
| Miscellaneous | 
| Throw Dirt In Your Face | 
| There’s a gal in town named Liza Jones | 
| And every now and then | 
| She says her daily occupation | 
| Is stealin' other women’s men! | 
| I ain’t no bobbed-haired bandit | 
| I’m just a good gal from the South | 
| And if she fools with my man | 
| She might as well stick her head in the lion’s mouth! | 
| 'Cause what it takes to black her eyes | 
| Sweet mama’s got it! | 
| What it takes to make her bid this world good-bye | 
| I’ve got that, too! | 
| If I ever catch her arms around my man’s neck | 
| As sure as there’s a sun | 
| Next time she goes to buy new gloves | 
| She’ll only have to buy just one! | 
| I don’t believe in that old two-time stuff | 
| I’m a one-time mama myself | 
| So she better leave my sweet man alone | 
| While she’s enjoyin' good health! | 
| 'Cause the undertaker man and me | 
| Has found a found a beautiful place | 
| To park the body of the gal that steals my man | 
| And throw sand in her face! | 
| Why, I’ll lend you my coat, I’ll lend you my hat | 
| I’ll lend you my dough no matter where I’m at | 
| Why, I’ll lend you 'most anything I can | 
| But please don’t ask me for my man! | 
| If you take my man from me | 
| Prepare yourself for a long journey | 
| 'Cause no druggist ever kept a pill | 
| That will cure you any quicker than I will! | 
| So, please don’t mess 'round with my man | 
| If you do, all I’ve got to say | 
| They’ll know exactly where to find you at | 
| On every Decoration Day! |