American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 Theyre On To Me Everywhere
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44
They're On to Me Everywhere.
Copyright, 1894. by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Barney Fagan.
I'm out to-night, got on my best,
Pretty colored girls to charm;
All the coons are lighting jealous,
Swear they'll do my body harm;
Hunt all their homes when they know I'm around,
They put 'em under lock and key.
I smile and look cunnin', then the wenches come a-runnin',
If I win 'em, all the coons blame me.
The flags are unfurled when I come to town, it's a holiday while I'm there:
The people in pain on the public squares gather, blockading the thoroughfares.
I walk down the street with my shoulders back, chest away up in the air;
Fix my hat so, then a sailing I go, they're on to me ev'rywhere.
Make no mistake 'bout who I am,
Tell you I'm a high-bred coon;
I was raised on milk and honey,
Fed me with a silver spoon.
Prowl as a peacock When I'm walkin' 'bont town,
I spread myself on moonlit nights;
I'm light as a feather, swell from hat to patent leather,
And the brightest of the dark bright lights.- Chorus.