Gits what you got an’ dat’s yo’ en’.
My Jane am a gal loves to frolic all night,
Won’t cook fer a feller, not even a bite.
My Jane’s a gal gits all she can,
If you ain’t got it, she hunts another man.
My Jane am a gal drive a feller to de bad,
But Jane’s, hell-o-mighty, bes’ gal I ever had!
My Gal’s a High Bo’n Lady
My gal she’s a high bo’n lady,
She’s dark but not too shady,