Real Jazz [compilation] (2007) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She likes the theater, and never comes late
She never bothers, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap games, with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and it's oak
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She gets too hungry, to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but never comes late
She'd never bother, with people She'd hate
Thats why the Lady is a Tramp

She'll have no crap games, with Sharpie's and Fraud's
And she won't go to Harlem, in Lincoln's or Ford's
And she won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the broads
That's why the Lady is a Tramp

She loves the free, fresh, wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's oak
Hates California, it's so cold, and so damp
That's why the Lady, That's why the Lady
That's why the Lady is a Tramp

Pack up all my care and woes
Here I go, singin' low
Bye bye, my blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, and honey, so is she
Bye bye, my blackbird

No one here can love or understand me
All the hard-luck stories they all hand me

So make the bed, honey, light the light
I'm coming coming home late tonight
Blackbird, oh bye bye

Pack up all my cares and woes
Here I go, singin' low
Bye bye bye bye, bye bye blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, and honey, so is she
Bye bye, my blackbird

No one here can love or understand me
All the hard luck stories they all hand me

So make the bed, honey, light the light
I'm coming coming home late tonight
Blackbird, bye bye

Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face
Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face
Babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds sing bass

Black Mountain people are bad as they can be
Black Mountain people are bad as they can be
They uses gunpowder just to sweeten their tea

Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail
Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail
If the jury finds him guilty, the judge'll throw they bail

Had a man in Black Mountain, sweetest man in town
Had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in town
He met a city gal, and he throwed me down

I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun
Lord, I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and gun
I'm gonna shoot him if he stands still, and cut him if he runs

Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight
Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight
The bullet'll get you, if you start dodgin' too late

Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze
Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze
I'm out here for trouble, I've got the Black Mountain blues

Note: I'm unsure of the underlined/blank lyrics-- any idea?

to provide money for someone's bail is to "throw" their (they) bail.