Lyrics:
First verse
A coal-black coon and his saffron-colored wife Had a rag time debation this noon, Now she wants to shake that coon, There'll be a black burying soon; 'Cause the gal said, ""Coon, you've got to leave, From high livin' you'll get the gout The coon said, Sharkey could not put him out! The gal said, ""Don't get tough Cause I don't stand no bluff! You may think I'm rather rough, I've been your meal ticket long enough! Money home, you never bring, You said you'd leave in the Spring Spring's here now, ‘cause the birds do sweetly sing:
First Chorus
So there ain't no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you'll get run out of this town You said you didn't want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp'ny, So there aint no use to keep on hanging around So there ain't no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you'll get run out of this town You said you didn't want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp’ny, So there aint no use to keep on hanging around So there ain’t no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you’ll get run out of this town You said you didn’t want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp’ny, So there aint no use to keep on hanging around
Second verse
This coon said, “Gal, if I must leave, Your own mother won’t recognize you, I am goin’ to change your face. You’ll belong to a diffrent race! The gal said, “Coon, if you get rash You’ll have to get some bail ‘Cause I’ll never rest until you land in jail.. The coon said, “I don’t care, I’ll do something for going there; I shall not volunteer To go there for a year. She said, “You big, black gawk! Don’t start no ragtime talk Do a transfomation scene and disappear!
Second chorus
‘Cause there ain’t no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you’ll get run out of this town You said you didn’t want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp’ny, ‘Cause there aint no use to keep on hanging around So there ain’t no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you’ll get run out of this town You said you didn’t want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp’ny, So there aint no use to keep on hanging around
Sheldon Harris Collection
