Mr. Crump Don't Like It
WC Handy (written for Boss Crump campaign for Mayor of Memphis Tennessee)

Mr. Crump don't like it, ain't gonna have it here
Mr. Crump don't like it, ain't gonna have it here
Mr. Crump don't like it, ain't gonna have it here
No barrelhouse wimmen, God, drinkin' no beer
Mr. Crump don't like it, ain't gonna have it here

I saw the Baptist sister(s) jumped up and began to shout
I saw the Baptist sister(s) jumped up and began to shout
Now the Baptist sister(s) jumped up and began to shout
Brother I'm so glad that that whiskey voted out
Mr. Crump don't like it, ain't gonna have it here

I saw the Methodist sister(s) jumped up and they had a fit
I saw the Methodist sister(s) jumped up and they had a fit
I saw the Methodist sister(s) jumped up and they had a fit
She was doggone sorry, whiskey ain't gone yet
Mr. Crump don't like it, ain't gonna have it here

I saw the Presbyterian sister(s) turned around and begin to grin
I saw the Presbyterian sister(s) turned 'round and begin to grin
I saw the Presbyterian sister(s) turned around begin to grin
Lord I b'lieve I'll start out to barrelhouse'n again
No, Mr. Crump don't like it, and he ain't gonna have it here

I saw the deacon looked around, "sister why'n the world don't you hush?"
I saw the deacon looked around, "sister why'n the world don't you hush?"
I said the deacon looked around, "sister why don't you hush?"
I'd rather see'd you drunk, than wear them hobble skirts
Now, Mr. Crump don't like it (guitar run)

You don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree
You don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree
You don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree
You don't like my fruit let my orchard be
No, Mr. Crump don't allow no (guitar run and out)