Triflin' Blues

Ms. Miranda Jackson had a lovin' man
That the women all would rave about
He was such a mellow guy, that didn’t brought a damn
Ms. Miranda shortly found it out
When he took a pleasure trip to Tennessee
Ms. Miranda couldn’t help but cry
Jealousy would fret her, so she wrote a letter
This is what she told him not to try
Daddy, don’t you trifle on me
While you down in Tennessee
I 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 while I buzz around
But you’ll know I’m on ya when I sit down
Mama’s blue as she can be
So, daddy, don’t you trifle on me
Every day, in every 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, but
Daddy, don’t you trifle on me
You’d better jump into the blue sea
Here is my advice, and I’m talkin' nice
Don’t you let me see you walkin' with the same gal twice
Daddy, don’t you trifle on me
That’s your lovin' mama’s plea
Now keep away from me if your gal might 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