| Waters Ethel | 
| Miscellaneous | 
| You Can’t Do What My Last Man Did | 
| Listen, daddy mine, what do you want of me? | 
| I’ve been just as good as can be; | 
| Now the love I had for you has turned to hate; | 
| You don’t appreciate | 
| So, Daddy, there’s the gate | 
| You can’t do what my last man did | 
| Boss me 'round, and treat me like he did | 
| I’m wise to what you’d like to do | 
| So from now on, let me miss you | 
| I weep and pine all the time | 
| While you show off with friends of mine! | 
| My last man tried to drag me down | 
| But he was one good man to have around; | 
| But when the clock on the wall strikes half past three | 
| I want all the things you took from me | 
| 'Cause you can’t do what my last man did | 
| Early this morning, you wanted to fight | 
| 'Cause you heard I cabareted last night | 
| Tried to take my money, and pawn my flat | 
| Now you’ve worn the welcome clean off my mat | 
| 'Cause you can’t do what my last man did: | 
| Hold me tight, treat me right, every night; | 
| I’d love you if you only did | 
| Every night, treat me right, hold me tight | 
| You’re mighty old to be so bold | 
| And I can’t stand a man that’s cold | 
| Why you can’t love me sufficiently | 
| To make me forget my used-to-be | 
| He could love like a lover should | 
| Always could, when he would, he was good | 
| You’ve lost your nest, go east or west, but go, just go | 
| Now that last cruel papa, he blacked my eye | 
| Then left me alone to sigh and cry | 
| But you can’t do what that last man did |