Triflin' Blues - Trixie Smith

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