TRY THAT THING
As recorded by Ed Macon and Tampa Joe, 1930.

My gal eats grapefruit; now she's gettin' sour.
Used to want it ev'ry week; now she wants it ev'ry hour.

CHORUS: I'll try that thing.
I'll try that thing.
If she ever tells you 'bout it, you got to try that thing.

Had it buried deep, deep as a well,
An' if they don't bury deep, it's got an awful smell.

I've got a gal on Decatur Street.
I ain't no butcher; I want to cut that meat.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
If the young 'uns don't try it, we old ones must.

If you see my gal tell her hurry home.
I ain't tried that thing since she's been gone.

If anybody asks you who composed this song,
Tell 'em you don't know the writer, macon ed put it on.