You've Been a Good Old Wagon, but You've Done Broke Down.
Copyright, 1896, by Frank Harding.
By Harney A Diller.
I was standing in a crap came, doing no harm, baby,
When a copper grabb'd me by my arm, honey,
Took me down to the jail-house door,
Place I never had been before-I was ran In.
No more will I buy my sweet thing pork chops,
And hear her lily lips go flip-flop;
The reason I'm in trouble about my sweet thing
Is because this song to me she did sing.
Good-bye, my honey, if you call it gone, darling;
Good-bye, my honey, If you call it gone, darling;
Good-bye, my honey, if you call it gone,
You've been a good wagon, but you done broke down, bye-bye - [Dance]
The judge asked me what had I done, baby;
Said standing in a crap game, getting my gun, hot stuff.
The Judge and jury said to me,
"You have killed three niggers in the first degree-no bail.-Cho & Dance.