Lyrics Dinah Washington

Dinah Washington

Salty Papa Blues

I've got a man, he treats me like a rat,

I said I've got a man, he treats me like a rat,

He gets me so worried I don't know where I'm at!

Papa, why are you so salty, why do you bring me down?

Mmm I said papa, why are you so salty, why do you bring

me down?

There's no complaints when my other man comes round!

When I give you all my lovin', you say I wear you out,

When I give you none at all you say you can't do without!

I ain't the gal for you, you need a different kind,

Go get a fortune tellin' woman who knows how to read your

mind!