IF IT AIN'T THAT GAL OF MINE
(Hudson Whittaker (Tampa Red))

Who's that walking down the street
Looking so dog-gone nice and neat?
Be d-o-g if I don't think it's Sally.
Rosy cheeks and mottled shape, (?)
Everything's all up to date.
Be d-o-g if I don't think it's Sally.
Cast your eyes into that direction.
Tell me, isn't that real perfection?
Fancy hose and silken gown,
The sweetest thing for miles around,
Be d-a-m if it ain't that gal of mine.

That gal runs a flat on Selmack (?) Road,
Making more money than Henry Fo'd.
Be d-o-g if I don't think it's Sally.
Selling her wine, liquor, and gin,
Sells it to the women and she sells it to the men.
Be d-o-g if I don't think it's Sally.
You men better call up and get information.
Then you will receive a free invitation.
Selling her liquor, her jellyroll too,
Sell it to the boys. So what you gone do?
Be d-a-m if it ain't that gal of mine.

You men best to call her for information.
Then you will receive a free invitation.
Sell her liquor, her jelly, too.
Sell it to the judge, so what you gonna do?
Be d-a-m if it ain't that gal of mine.

[As recorded by Tampa Red, 1935. JTD]