Hey, Jim Tampa, hey, Jim Tampa
Hey, Jim Tampa, you treat your woman so mean
You treat your tommies like a woman you ain't never seen
Womens all know my man, call him Mister Tampa Long
Why shouldn't they call me? They know my name
Womens all know my man, call him Mister Tampa Long
He made so much money, women, when the weather was warm
Ah no, I ain't made no money in my life
My man's got five womens, I can call 'em by their natural names
He's got five womens, call them by their natural names
Lord, I don't know how they do it
And all them repeaters sound just the same
I ain't just the same, though, no, no
It must be a black cat bone, jomo can't work that hard
Oh, what is a jomo anyhow? Tell me
It must be a black cat bone, jomo can't work that hard
What kind of a thing is it?
Every time I wake up, Jim Tampa's in my yard
I can stand right here, five miles down the road
I can stand right here, five miles down the road
Yeah, to get in the way Jim Tampa used to go
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