James "Stump" Johnson - Don't Give My Lard Away lyrics

You may know, all my clothes in pawn You may know that all my clothes in pawn For the shape I'm in, babe, I can't do you no harm I was listening to the tune of a saxophone 'cross the way I was listening to the tune of a saxophone 'cross the way Where Gutbucket Tillie showed her drawers 'til day Joint we are in, babe, smell like a Kentucky mine This joint that we're in, babe, smell like a Kentucky mine We haven't had off our shoes, but we're havin' a stinkin' good time Pull up your dress, babe, let your short man see Pull up your dress, babe, let your short man see Your bloomers is hangin', babe, sure is worryin' me Please, my babe, don't give my lard away Please, my baby, don't give my lard away I'm a sick man, now, but I swear I'll be well someday