American Old Time Song Lyrics: 54 I Don't Love Nobody
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 54
I DON'T LOVE NOBODY.
Copyright, 1896. by Howley. Haviland & Co.
Words and Muslo b. Lew Sully.
Born down in Kentucky, lived there all my life,
I've been very lucky, never had a wife;
Mighty near it Sunday, asked a coon to wed,
Met that lady Monday, and this is what she said:
I don't love a nobody, nobody loves me,
You're after my money, don't care for me;
I'm gwine to live single, always a be free,
I don't love a nobody, nobody loves me.
Went out promenading down on Thompson Street,
Met a colored lady, smiled on her so sweet;
Said, ah there, my honey, thought I had her dead,
When I tried to kiss her, why, this is what she said:- Chorus.
Met Miss Martha Johnson at a colored ball,
Tried her best to shake me, wouldn't work at all,
Told her that I loved her, marry quick as wink:
She said, "Look here, niggah, I'm gwine to talk distinct:"- Chorus.
Went out Tuesday evening, 'long with Carter Bryce,
Broke that Kansas nigger "shootin' "poker dice.
Made love to his lady, kissed her right away.
Pulled a razor on me, and then I heard her say:- Chorus.