Triflin' Blues

Miss Miranda Jackson had a lovin' man
That the ladies all would rave about
He was such another guy as Dapper Dan
Miss Miranda shortly found it out
When he took a pleasure trip to Tennessee
Miss Miranda couldn’t help but cry
Jealousy would fret her, so she wrote a letter
This is what she asked him not to try
Daddy, don’t you trifle on me
While you’re down in Tennessee
I’ve just bought a «gat,» it’s an «automat»
Now you know exactly what your mama’s drivin' at
Daddy, don’t you trifle on me
'Cause I’m like a bumble bee
You might ignore me when I buzz aroun'
But you’ll know I’m on you when I sit down
Mama’s blue as she can be
So daddy, don’t you trifl on me
Every day in evry way I think much more of you
If some gal took you, I’ll say, I don’t know what I’d do
Winter, fall, or summertime
To me it matters not
I’d gladly give you my last dime
Or anything I’ve got
Daddy don’t you trifle on me
That’s your lovin' mama’s plea
Now keep 'way from me when you just must flirt
If I catch you cheatin', you’ll sure get hurt
Mama’s blue as she can be
So daddy, don’t you trifle on me