Creamer and Layton had recorded this song as a duet in 1906, but I was unable to find their recording online. Bert Williams recorded this under the title YOU CAN'T TRUST NOBODY, but the following is the title as given in the sheet music and on Creamer & Layton's recording.


IT'S GETTING SO YOU CAN'T TRUST NOBODY
Words and music by Henry Creamer and Turner Layton.
As recorded by Bert Williams, 1920.

1. A dark brown lady sang a tale of woe,
I said, a tale of woe, and it went just so:
"I love a man … in his stones(?)
'Twas a man named Abraham Lincoln Jones.
I caught him lyin' and it blew his style(?).
And I can't put faith in nobody now.

CHORUS 1: "Oh, it's gettin' so you can't trust nobody, none of the time, no!
The more you trust 'em, the more you'll find
Oh, they'll just grieve you and deceive you till you lose your mind.
He took his … but when I'm blue,
He took my rent right 'long with him, too.
It's just gettin' so you can't trust nobody, none of the time."

2. That dark brown lady sang a wicked blues.
I said. a wicked blues, full of mournful news.
It ain't no use to argufy it,
But blues is blues and you can't deny it.
It's hard to listen to such sad tales,
But to everyone that lady would wail:

CHORUS 2: "No, it's gettin' so you can't trust nobody, none of the time.
The more you trust 'em, the more you'll find
They'll just grieve you and deceive you till you lose your mind.
Ah, you turn your back a minute and see what you lose.
They'll steal the feet right out of your shoes.
You can't, no you can't trust nobody, none of the time, oh my!

CHORUS 3: "It's gettin' so you can't trust nobody, none of the time.
The more you trust 'em, the more you'll find
They'll just grieve you and deceive you till you lose your mind.
Ah, you keep on trustin', your happiness ends,
So just keep your eyes, child, on your very best friends.
It's gettin' so you can't trust nobody, no more, none of the time! Look at me!"