Heptune presents:

She Shakes a Mean Ashcan

    (Wesley Wilson)
Photograph of Coot Grant and Kid Wesley Wilson
Transcribed from vocals by Pigmeat Pete (Wesley Wilson) and Catjuice Charlie (Harry McDaniels), recorded April 8, 1931,
From Coot Grant and Kid Wilson, Complete Recorded Works in Chronological Order, v. 2: 1928-1931, Document Records, DOCD-5564.

Our superintendent, her name is Mary Anne;
She can fire a furnace like a big husky man,
Got nine children, just two of 'em twins,
And she ain't seen her husband since Lord knows when.

She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man.
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash can.

She weighs two hundred in her stocking feet;
She can whup any policeman that walks the beat;
She's shaped like a bale of hay with the middle band busted,
But when she shakes your ashes, you can't get disgusted.

She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash can.

She'll turn your heat up from six to nine a.m.
If you ain't hot by then, it's too bad, Jim,
She can turn the landlord just like stepping on his bunions,
She been shakin' his ashes and she knows her onion.

She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash can.

If a woman get a dispossession, put her things outdoors,
If she don't like it, she'll hit in the nose,
Our ashman used to haul our ashes once a week,
But then she shook his ashes, he can't stay out of that suite.

She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash can.

And her cookin' ain't so bad,
It's just as good a cookin' as I ever had,
Her bread and her cabbage, it can't be beat,
And she got the best jellyroll on the street.

She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash can.

She make the best corn liquor in this town,
She can drink a quart and never frown;
She's hot as mustard, sly as a fox,
And she likes plenty meat in her icebox.

She sure shakes a mean ashcan,
I sure don't understand,
She can take any woman's man;
Lord, she sure shakes a mean ash can.


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