Old Aunt Dinah, she's a sister of the church She takes her drink she says it will not hurt I met her one day, coming down Beale Street She was so drunk until she could not see And it's dirty butter And it's dirty butter 'Tain't no use you talkin' It's dirty butter Some folks say a preacher won't steal I caught a preacher in my watermelon field He took that watermelon off the vine The preacher was runnin' when I thought he was flyin' And it's dirty butter And it's dirty butter 'Tain't no use you talkin' It's dirty butter They had me 'fore the judge for selling corn He made me hate the day that I ever was born I turned my face right to the wall He said one hundred and ten, and, 'course, that's all! And it's dirty butter And it's dirty butter 'Tain't no use you talkin' It's dirty butter I went to the ball the other night My man danced with a gal; her dress was too tight She done the shimmy she wobble right 'cross the hall She made a misstep; you mighta seen her fall And it's dirty butter And it's dirty butter 'Tain't no use you talkin' It's dirty butter Early one morning, 'bout half past four A big police was knocking on my door He had a glass of whiskey right in his hand He's gonna arrest me and take me to the promised land And it's dirty butter And it's dirty butter 'Tain't no use you talkin' It's dirty butter