| Now I’m a very conservative fella
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| And I don’t go for displays of emotion
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| But I’m in love with a chick named Messy Bessy
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| And she cuts up whenever she takes the notion
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| Now she ain’t high class like I am
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| So sometimes she gets carried away
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| And that’s when she starts to goofin'
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| And this is what you’ll hear me say
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| This is what I tell her
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| Don’t get messy, Bessy
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| Keep your whiskey quiet
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| When you’ve had a couple of drinks, woman
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| You just might start a riot
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| Don’t get messy, Bessy
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| You know what I’m talking 'bout
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| When your love comes tumblin' down
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| You wear a good man out
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| Now when that whiskey moves you
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| You start snappin' your fingers
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| And shoutin' out loud
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| You start shakin' an' quakin'
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| An' whoopin' an hollerin'
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| You talk so loud you draw a crowd
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| So don’t get messy, Bessy
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| Try to play it cool
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| 'Cause you just wait 'til I get you home
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| Then I’ll get messy too
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| You know, woman, when that whiskey moves you
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| You start to snappin' your fingers
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| And shoutin' out loud
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| You start shakin' an' quakin'
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| An' whoopin' an hollerin'
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| You talk so loud you draw a crowd
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| So don’t get messy, Bessy
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| Try to play it cool
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| 'Cause you just wait 'til I get you home
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| And I’ll get messy too |