| In Mississippi in the Delta Bottoms low
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| There’s a man I know, and he trifles so
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| He flashes clothes but where he get them no one knows
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| He seems so slow
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| But the other day, there came our way
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| A yellow-skin gal named May
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| There was murder in her eye, I mean murder in her eye
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| When we heard her say
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| Mean papa, turn in your key
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| You don’t live here no more
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| Mean papa, just let me be
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| Stay away from my door
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| Sheikin' sheiks may burn up Rome
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| But you just sheiked away a home
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| So mean papa, turn in your key
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| You don’t live here no more
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| Mean papa, turn in your key
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| You don’t live here no more
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| Mean papa, just let me be
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| Stay away from my door
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| If you don’t believe I bake jelly roll good
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| Just ask anybody in my neighborhood
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| Mean papa, turn in your key
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| You don’t live here no more |