Throw Dirt In Your Face - Ethel Waters

Waters Ethel

Miscellaneous

Throw Dirt In Your Face

There’s a gal in town named Liza Jones

And every now and then

She says her daily occupation

Is stealin' other women’s men!

I ain’t no bobbed-haired bandit

I’m just a good gal from the South

And if she fools with my man

She might as well stick her head in the lion’s mouth!

'Cause what it takes to black her eyes

Sweet mama’s got it!

What it takes to make her bid this world good-bye

I’ve got that, too!

If I ever catch her arms around my man’s neck

As sure as there’s a sun

Next time she goes to buy new gloves

She’ll only have to buy just one!

I don’t believe in that old two-time stuff

I’m a one-time mama myself

So she better leave my sweet man alone

While she’s enjoyin' good health!

'Cause the undertaker man and me

Has found a found a beautiful place

To park the body of the gal that steals my man

And throw sand in her face!

Why, I’ll lend you my coat, I’ll lend you my hat

I’ll lend you my dough no matter where I’m at

Why, I’ll lend you 'most anything I can

But please don’t ask me for my man!

If you take my man from me

Prepare yourself for a long journey

'Cause no druggist ever kept a pill

That will cure you any quicker than I will!

So, please don’t mess 'round with my man

If you do, all I’ve got to say

They’ll know exactly where to find you at

On every Decoration Day!