Jimmie Rodgers - Blue Yodel No. 11 (I’ve Got A Gal) lyrics

I've got a gal
I give her presents by the score
I've got a gal
I give her presents by the score
No matter how many presents I give her
She's always wanting more

Now lookahere, sweet baby
You sure don't treat me fair
Lookahere, sweet mama
You sure don't treat me fair
'Cause the presents you want
Would break a multimillionaire

You want furs and diamonds
A fur coat made of seal
You want furs and diamonds, a
Fur coat made of seal, killin' me
But everything you want
Now you want an automobile

I believe to my soul
Somebody's been riding my mule
I believe to my soul, somebody's been
Riding my mule, it's the truth, honey
'Cause every time I want to ride
She acts such a doggone fool

You may call yourself the meanest gal in town
You may call yourself the meanest gal in town
Let me tell you, baby
I'm gonna turn your damper down

Listen here, sweet mama, that's all
I got to say, that's all honey
Listen here, babu, that's all I got to say
I know you can't leave but
You'll miss your daddy someday