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BIG FAT WOMAN
do. No. 255. Negro quartet, Bellewood Farms, Atlanta, Ga., 1936. |
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i Lord, a big fat woman with the meat shakin' on her bones, Doggone my soul, hey, Lordy, Lordy, Big fat woman with the meat shakin' on her bones, Every time she wibble, a poor man's dollar gone.
2 I don't want no sugar sprinkled in my tea, Doggone my soul, hey, Lordy, Lordy, Don't want sugar sprinkled in my tea, Lord, the gal I got is sweet enough for me.
3 I don't want no black woman to fry no meat for me, Doggone my soul, hey, Lordy, Lordy,
No black woman to fry no meat for me,
'Cause she's so black and evil I'm scared might pizen me.
4 Lord, a brown-skinned woman make a preacher lay his Bible down, Doggone my soul, hey, Lordy, Lordy,
Brown-skinned woman make a preacher lay his Bible down, But a jet-black woman make a jack rabbit hug a hound.
5 The blues jumped a rabbit and run him for a solid mile, Doggone my soul, hey, Lordy, Lordy,
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