Honky Tonk Blues
as sung by Jimmie Davis, accompanied by the Musical Brownies, Decca 5400

If you go down in the Bottom, better watch the way you act
If you fool around them honkies, you will never make it back,
Get into trouble, best you can do is lose,
For them honky tonky mamas will give you the honky blues.

I went down to the Bottom, just a week ago today,
Met a honky tonky baby and I couldn't get away.
Lost all my money, brand new hat and shoes,
For them honky tonky mamas really had the honky blues.

Drank a half a pint of liquor and a half a pint of gin,
Saw my honky tonky mama foolin' round some other men.
Really felt mistreated, my baby about to lose,
Got jealous of my baby, I had them ol' honky blues.

She's a honky tonky baby, got them honky tonky ways,
She got me in trouble and now I'm servin' days.
Big policeman got me, he would not turn me loose.
Took me down to the station, locked me in the calaboose.

(Spoken: "Good mornin', judge!")

When I go back to the Bottom gonna watch my P's and Q's,
For them honky tonky babies will be giving me the blues.
Gonna have protection, I think I have paid my dues.
I'll find my honky mama, give her the honky tonky blues.

Here's another western swing knockoff of the song, this time relocated to OK City.

Small Town Mama #2
as sung by Buddy Jones on Decca 5613 (1938)

She's just a small town mama, and when you take her out
She drinks your beer and whiskey and then begins to shout,
Small town mama, there's nothing she won't do
She's got them big city idees, she's sure to satisfy you.

She's got a rattlesnakin' daddy and a bear-cat papa too,
But that small town mama really outshines the crew,
Small town mama, there's nothing she won't do
She's got them big city idees, she's sure to satisfy you.

Down in Oklahoma City, on Deep Reno Street,
Is where my small town mama really turns on the heat
Small town mama, there's nothing she won't do
She's got them big city idees, she's sure to satisfy you.

You've heard them sing Corinna, won't you please hurry home,
But my small town mama, I'll never let her roam
Small town mama, there's nothing she won't do
She's got them big city idees, she's sure to satisfy you.

Jones did an earlier "Small Town Mama" for Decca in 1937; I haven't heard it but suppose it was also after the same pattern. Flip of this 78 is another classic, which might as well be lyricized here as anywhere else, though it's not remotely related to Black Bottom Strut/Deep Elem Blues. It's set to an A7-D7-G7-C progression, with Buster Jones playing some jaggy steel guitar a la Bob Dunn.

She's Selling What She Used to Give Away
as sung by Buddy Jones on Decca 5613 (1938)

A redheaded gal lived down on the farm
She messed around but didn't mean no harm.
She worked in the fields but didn't make no dough
Still held on to her hi-de-ho,
And now she's selling, what she used to give away

She went to the city with a dollar or two
Soon found out that jobs were few
Her money gave out and her spirits went low
But she still held on to her hi-de-ho,
And now she's selling, what she used to give away.

Well, things got better, then she wanted some more,
She opened up a honky tonk right next door
Whiskey went up and beer went low,
But she still held on to her hi-de-ho,
And now she's selling, what she used to give away.

She started making money, selling gin and ale,
The place was raided and she went to jail,
She got out and was ready to go,
Hangin' right on to her hi-de-ho,
And now she's selling, what she used to give away,
I mean, she's selling, what she used to give away.