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Louis Armstrong - You Dirty Mistreater Lyrics

[Verse 1: "Kid" Wilson & "Coot" Grant]
I tried all my life (Try to what?)
Always tried to treat you right
I give you all my money, mama, 'cause you is my wife
(You never give me a dime)
Now I often read it
That we poor women don't get no credit
Now, for those good things that we try to do
(What did you try to do?)
Now mama, I must be a jinx
That's alright pot hound, everybody has got a right to think, now let me tell you somethin'
Now you don't know me, Sam
You don't know what kinda gal I am
Now daddy, I've got a razor, and it's a blazer
And believe me, papa, it don't bore no man

[Verse 2: "Kid" Wilson & "Coot" Grant]
If you ain't home, mama, by the break of day (What is you gon' do 'bout it?)
I'm gon' put somethin' on you, baby, you didn't [?]
I'mma knock knocks on your head like [?] friеs
Besides that, for a little prеsent, gon' give you two black eyes
When I hit, you're gon' fall out, you're gon' have yourself a fit
I'm gon' turn your nose up so it's gwine to rain in it
I'mma give you uppercut, baby, that you can't refuse
Gon' smack you so hard on your top of the head, gon' knock the bottom out your shoes
When I hit you, if you stand up, you'll do a awful funny stunt
'Cause I'm gon' hit you so hard, you gon' hear your grandpa grunt
I'm gon' take my razor, gon' chop you round and round
When I get through choppin' on you, mama, gon' run you clear outta town
'Cause when I get mad, I love to fight (Why?)
Oh, you dirty mistreater, you don't treat your baby right