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