Lyrics Throw Dirt In Your Face - Ethel Waters

Throw Dirt In Your Face

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!