THAT STUFF YOU SELL AIN'T NO GOOD
Walter Davis  1931

Walter Davis  
recorded June 10th 1931 
Louisville


That stuff you sell ain't no good,
Smells just like rotten burnt wood!
Now that stuff you sell,
Stuff you sell,
Ought to be a law to kill your kind,
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell!

That stuff you sell ain't no wine;
One thing about it, you serve it so kind!
Now that stuff you sell,
Stuff you sell,
Ought to be a law to kill your kind,
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell!

Stuff you sell ain't no booze,
One thing about it, mama, give you the blues!
Stuff you sell,
Stuff you sell,
Ought to be a law to kill your kind,
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell!

Stuff you sell in a jug,
If you don't gimme some, I'm gonna raise above!
Now that stuff you sell,
Stuff you sell,
Ought to be a law to kill your kind,
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell!

I know you sick, can't get well,
When you sell any more it'd take God to tell!
Now that stuff you sell,
Stuff you sell,
Ought to be a law to kill your kind,
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell!

You can go down on the corner, Market and Tenth,
Get that stuff for fifteen cents!
Now that stuff you sell,
Stuff you sell,
Ought to be a law to kill your kind,
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell!

That stuff you sell ain't so good,
I wouldn't buy none of it, even if I could!
Now that stuff you sell,
Stuff you sell,
Ought to be a law to kill your kind,
Mama, 'bout the stuff you sell!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - February 2013)