Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
Trixie Smith
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[Verse]
Every Saturday at noon, old Jasper Moon
[Would give her all of his pay?]
Then his friend named Jack made a wisecrack
And said "Man, you're being bitten in the back"
Jasper ran home to his wife
Said "Man, I oughta take your life"
She said "Now looky here, Jasper, here's all your dough
So take this filthy loot back and please go"
[Chorus]
'Cause oh daddy, sweet daddy
Take it, papa, it's all yours
It's not your money, [?]
And everybody knows
That I was just as good as any gal could be
And then you went and mistrusted me
So, oh daddy, sweet daddy
Take it, papa, it's all yours
I mean, [?] it daddy, it's all yours
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
I said Oh daddy, sweet daddy
Take it 'cause it's all yours
It's not your money, [?]
And everybody knows
That I was just as good as any gal could be
And then you went and mistrusted me
So oh daddy, sweet daddy
Take it 'cause it's all yours
I mean [?] it papa, it's all yours
Take It Daddy, It’s All Yours was written by Bob Ricketts & Perry Bradford.