Transcribed from Blanche Calloway and Her Joy Boys, recorded November
From Blanche Calloway and Her Joy Boys, 1925-1935; The Chronogical Classics 783.
Now, who's the gal that's got sweet kisses?
Filled with honey and delicious?
Hits them all and never misses?
Now who's the gal the boys all cry for?
Cross their heart and swear they'd die for?
Tell the truth and sometimes lie for?
This Southern maid, I'm afraid, is sure to make you fall,
She knows her stuff, calls your bluff, and brother, that ain't all!
Who's the gal makes your heart grow fonder,
So you never want to wander,
A little gal from 'way down yonder,
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