Bessie Smith Aggravatin Papa Lyrics

Aggravatin Papa Lyrics

I know a drivin' man, 

They call him Driver Sam, 

He lives in
Birmingham, 

Way down in Alabam. 



Now, the other night 

He had a fight with a gal named Mandy Brown, 

She kept on saying he
was aggravatin', 

And she shouted out to him: 



Aggravatin'
Papa, don't you try to two-time me! 

I said, don't two-time me! 

Aggravatin' Papa, treat me kind or let me be, 

I mean, just let me be!


It's been awhile, I'll get you told, 

Stop messin' round, sweet
jellyroll. 

If you stay out with a high-brown baby, 

I'll smack you
down, and I don't mean maybe! 



Aggravatin' Papa, I'll do anything
you say, 

Anything you say, 

But when you go struttin', do your
strut around my way! 

So, papa, just treat me pretty, be nice and kind!


The way you treated me will make me lose my mind! 

Aggravatin'
Papa, don't you try to two-time me! 



Just treat me pretty, be nice
and sweet! 

I got a darn forty-four that don't repeat, 

Aggravatin'
Papa, don't you try to two-time me!