Jim Tampa Blues Songtext
von Lucille Bogan

Hey, Jim Tampa, hey, Jim Tampa
Hey, Jim Tampa, you treat your woman so mean
You treat your tommies like a woman you ain′t never seen
Womens all know my man, call him Mister Tampa Long
(I simply fallen they know my name)
Womens all know my man, call him Mister Tampa Long


He made so much money, women, when the weather was warm
(Honey, I ain't made no money in my life)
My man′s got five womens, I can call 'em by their natural names
He's got five womens, call them by their natural names
(Lord, I don′t know how they do it)

And all them repeaters sound just the same
(I ain′t just the same, though, no, no)

It must be a black cat bone, Jomo can't work that hard
(Oh, what is a Jomo, anyhow? Tell me)
It must be a black cat bone, Jomo can′t work that hard
(What kind of a thing is it?)

Every time I wake up, Jim Tampa's in my yard
I can stand right here, five miles down the road
I can stand right here, five miles down the road
Yeah, look in the way, Jim Tampa you′re too cold