American Old Time Song Lyrics: 52 Baby Youre A Good Thing

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 52

BABY, YOU'RE A GOOD THING.
Copyright. 1896, by Dave Marion & Co.
Words by Dare Marion. Music by Max Hoffmann.

I'm the most unlucky coon, I think, that ever did draw breath,
Baby, you're a good thing.
I married a coffee-colored nigger wench that's got me scared to death,
Baby, you're a good thing.
Sometimes when I am playing craps, the money all I win,
And just as soon as I get home, the trouble does begin;
She takes it all away from me, and starts in for to sing:
Baby, you're a good thing.

Chorus.
Baby, now didn't you say my board you'd pay If here I'd stay.
But you're a good thing, so I won't go away.

One night I looked for trouble, but the coons let me alone,
Baby, you're a good thing.
So I sharpened up my razor and I started out for home,
Baby, you're a good thing;
But when I looked at 'Liza there was trouble In her eye.
She said: "Honey, get your razor out, a nigger's gwine to die,"
Then I jumped out the window, and I heard my 'Liza cry:
Baby, you're a good thing.- Chorus.

The policemen heard the racket and they started up the stairs,
Baby, you're a good thing.
But 'Liza cut them deep, and now they're laid up for repairs,
Baby, you're a good thing;
But just three weeks ago to-day the trouble did begin:
She is safe behind the bars now, where she can't get nigger gin,
And I'll bet an even dollar that you'll never hear her sing:
Baby, you're a good thing.- Chorus.