Lyrics: First verse Dick Davis ran a barber shop, the swellest in the town. And shaved the aristocracy for many miles around. He had ten men all hustling, and working round the place, While money kept a coming in from scraping ev'ry face. But on one cloudy afternoon, his help went on a strike, Said they, Dick, where's our wages, why dont you treat us right/ We've been a working for you yes very near a year. You say you have no money Dick, where did it disapear. Chorus Why boys, my money goes to dress my baby, I buy her ev'rything to keep her in style. She's worth her weight in gold, this colored lady; So boys that's where my money goes. Why boys, my money goes to dress my baby, I buy her ev'rything to keep her in style. She's worth her weight in gold, this colored lady; So boys that's where my money goes. Second verse Now Dick, he is a worried man, the barbers want his life. They just found where his money goes, he spends it on his wife. The other day a dead swell girl came down the thoroughfare, Which made a lot of sporty coons all tip their hats and stare. Just then Dick Davis walked around as proud as he could be, And to them sporty niggers said “She belongs to me.” I bought that hat and diamonds, and also all them clothes. But now she’s gone a shopping so that’s where my money goes.
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://126.96.36.199/cdm4/intro_harris.php