MY DARKTOWN GAL.
Copyright, 1897, by J. Donigan.
Words and Music by Lee Johnson.
My gal she's the swellest belle in Darktown, a high-toned fashion plate,
You should see her style and her winning smile, she's my sweet thing up to date
I'm a shouting children, she is my own divine sweetness, my baby, mine,
Is my little Darktown gal.
At all of the coon hops And swell cake walks my gal she takes first prize,
When I do the glide with her by my side, how dem niggers roll dere eyes;
Yes'n deedy, children, when all de judges say, Miss Junes, please step this way;
She de winner, is my gal. Yes
She Is my darktown lady, she gets de coons all crazy,
And they all try to win my Sal;
She is a callud daisy, I'se gwine to wed ma baby,
My sweet Darktown gal.
I 'spects all the cullud population, swell coons and gals dressed fine,
At de nigger church on next Sunday morn, when I wed ma babe at nine.
Yes'n deedy, children, she is my dusky queen, with her my life's a dream,
She's my little Darktown gal.
I'se gwine fo' to give a wedding breakfast to all my coon town friends,
Den we'll cut de cake, and our speeches make then we'll bid goodbye to all;
Lord lub you children, go on our honeymoon, spoon by the Southern moon,
I With my little Darktown bride. Yes-Chorus.