Take It Right Back

Oh, sass in the extreme. Repetitive, but man, what a tune. I found these words in the comments of the YouTube video below; I must confess, I find them suspect. It just doesn't sound like she says "good enthused"; frankly, I'm not sure Bessie Smith would even know the word enthused. And I can't find anything that DBA would stand for. I've put the questionable lyrics in bold.

ETA: My mother, once again, to the rescue... She pointed out last night, after giving me some tips on chords, that "DBA" stands for "Doing Business As." Dur. She also suggests "good and through" to replace "good enthused," which I totally like.

You came home about half past three

| D | D7 |

Wakin' me up, papa, you was ballin' me

| G | GM7 |

Take it right back to the place where you got it

| D | D - B7 |

I don't want a bit of it left here

| E - A7 | D |

You just leapin' in rollin' drunk

Smellin' just like you been with any old skunk

Take it right back to the place where you got it

Mama don't want a bit of it left here

Please, let me understand

I don't want nothin' that is secondhand

Take it right back to the place where you got it

You can't leave a bit of it in here

When I tell you that I'm good and through,

There ain't nothin' that your mama wouldn't do

Take it right back to the place where you got it

You can't leave a bit of it in here

Been your cook, but I'm gettin' you told

You got the last of my jelly roll

Take it right back to the place where you got it

Child, you shan't leave a bit of it in here

You just like one of these old tomcats

Always chasin' these no good rats

Take it right back to the place where you got it

You can't leave a bit of it in here

Don't come shootin your no good sass

You ain't got nothin' that I must have

Take it right back to the place where you got it

You can't leave a bit of it in here

I ain't worried, I'm doing very fine

You keep yours, and I'll hold on to mine

Take it right back to the place where you got it

You can't leave a bit of it in here

If you think that I miss you, say

That's just simply your DBA

Take it right back to the place where you got it

I'm gonna pick up the broom and sweep it out of here!

One Hour Mama

Here's the tune, with my cobbled-together chords. Missing the intro, I'll add it once I've gotten the chords. This is from Ida Cox's version of this song, which I like better than Victoria Spivey's. Ida does it more sultry, slow-paced, and, best of all, more blunt. This song works better brassy than cute, if you ask me.

ETA: This song was far more complicated than I had anticipated! Here's the final product.

I've always heard that haste makes waste

| D - DM7 | Em - A |

So I believe in taking my time

| A | D |

The highest mountain can't be raced

| D - Dm | A |

It's something you must slowly climb

| B7 - E | A |

I want a slow and easy man

| D - DM7 | Em - A |

He needn't ever take the lead

| A | D |

Cause I work on that long time plan

| A - E | A |

And I ain't a-looking for no speed

| B7 - E | A |

I'm a one hour mama, so no one minute papa

| D | D - B7 |

Ain't the kind of man for me.

| E7 - A7| D |

Set your alarm clock, papa; one hour that's proper

| D | D - B7 |

Then love me like I want to be

| E7 | A7 |

I don't want no lame excuses 'bout my lovin' bein' so good

| D | D7 |

That you couldn't wait no longer; now, I hope I'm understood

| G | F#º|

I'm a one hour mama, so no one minute papa

Ain't the kind of man for me.

I can't stand no greenhorned lover, like a rookie goin' to war

| D | G |

With a load of big artillery, but don't know what it's for.

| D - B7 | E - A7 |

He's got to bring me reference, with great long pedigree,

| D | G |

And must prove he's got endurance, or he don't mean that to me.

| D - B7 | E-A7-D |

I don't like no crowin' rooster, what just hits a lick or two

Action is the only booster of just what my man can do.

I don't want no imitations, my requirement ain't no joke,

Cause I've got pure indignation for a guy what's lost his stroke.

I'm a one hour mama, so no one minute papa

Ain't the kind of man for me.

Set your alarm clock, papa; one hour that's proper

Then love me like I want to be

I may want love for one hour, then decide to make it two

It takes an hour 'fore I get started, may be three 'fore I am through

I'm a one hour mama, so no one minute papa

Ain't the kind of man for me.