Lyrics: First verse Miss Tildy Tuck she got dead stuck on a sportin' coon named Jim; And ev'ry day she dressed up gay andwaited ‘round for him; Ev'ry night at eight she would congregate on the corner of the street; While this redeyed Jap was a shootin' crap, she would never get cold feet. And to all the mokes that tried for to mash her she replied: Chorus Fade away, I'm waitin' fo' mah man, He's mah babe, I'd have you understan', Don't rubber at me' ‘cos I'm his'n, you see, No other nigger is one, two, three; Good bye, all, I'm waitin' fo' mah man. An' I think I hear him comin' now. Man Second verse Jim was a sport the proper sort an' would rather die than toil; His time he spent and ev'ry cent according to a man named Hoyle? HE WOULD BLOW IN ALL OF Tildy's tin then come home and ask for more, Till one day he spies to his great surprise a new padlock on the door; On the stoop he then did weep, but these words put him to sleep: (Chorus) Third Verse Now Jim got mad went to the bad waded round in sin and crime; A watch he pinched, they got him cinched, and now he’s doing time. When she heard the news to the calaboose Tildy went to see her Jim, She was the cause and she had remorse but they would’nt let her in, As she stands outside the jail, you can hear poor Tildy wail:
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