YO' MUST RESPECT DIS COON.
Copyright, 1898, by Orphean Music Pub. Co.
Words and Music by E Nattes.
Last night I went to Johnson's Hall,
De colored folks dey gave a ball;
Ob course I took man baby Sue,
An' I regret I did it, too.
A big, swell coon, from Tarrytown,
He stared at her an' hung aroun';
So all mah blood jumped to mah head,
I cleared mah throat an' loudly said:
Don't yo' be hangin' 'roun' dis lady,
Can't yo' see, man, dat she's mah baby?
Dar'll be trouble soon, I bet you!
If I have fo' to call yo' down,
To' won't go back to Tarrytown;
Yo' must respect dis coon!
De music played a new cake walk,
And dat big coon began to talk;
He said he'd dance it wif mah Sue,
But 'course dat bone I did not chew.
walked wif her right up an' down,
An' neber heard anoder soun';
He took his hat an' cane an' fled,
Fo' he remembered dat I said:-Chorus.
At one o'clock I left de spot,
An' dat's de time de soup was hot;
Aroun' de corner layed dat nig,
He had a razor 'bout so big,
But all de same I knocked him down,
Jest like a broom he swept de groun';
He swore he'd kill me yet some day.
But dis I said and walked away:- Chorus.