American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 Get On Your Sneak Shoes Children

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44

Get On Your Sneak Shoes, Children.
Copyright, 1694, by The New York Music Co.
Words and Music by Gussie L. Davis.

A dark night, a nigger and a chicken,
You can bet that they're mighty close friends,
When times are hard And poultry's high,
And a nigger can't meet his ends.
when he feels like he's been hoodoo'd,
And business with him is slack,
Just give him a basket with a covered top,
And a chicken he'll bring back.

Chorus.
Get on your sneak-shoes, children.
Now listen to what I say,
Don't disgrace the colored race,
Do not go astray.
Get on your sneak-shoes, children,
Now's the time to made your mark,
Don't come yellow, but come the right color,
But for goodness sake don't come dark.

Just give a coon a white handle razor,
Let him find a game of craps,
He'll make coons scatter very quick,
It's the nature of the Japs,
Don't you pester with his money,
Any times he puts it down;
He says that he'll chop enough meat off of you,
For to feed all the dogs in town.

Chorus.
Get on your sneak-shoes, children,
Now listen to what I say,
Don't disgrace the colored race,
Do not go astray.
Get on your sneak-shoes, children,
Now's the time to make your mark,
Don't come yellow, but come the right color,
But for goodness sake don't come dark.

Finale.
He's a bad, bad man, from a bad, bad land,
And he don't care for disgrace:
Says he don't fear police, judge or jury-
He belongs to a bad, bad race.