HE'S GOIN' TO HAVE A HOT TIME BYE-AND-BYE.
Copyright, 1897. By E. T. Paull.
Words by Harry S. Miller. Music by E. T. Paull.
Dar's a heap ob constaration an' a lot ob argumation
Amoung de colored people here ob late;
Mister Johnson done come back, sir, from de Klondyke wif a sack, sir.
An' gold enough to buy de Georgia State.
All de niggers since am crazy. Mister Johnson am a daisy.
An' just de warmest coon in town to-day;
He has money 'nough for burnin', an' his mind to dat am turnin',
An' dis you hear 'most eb'rybody say:
He's goin' to hab a hot time. Mister Johnson,
He's goin' to hab a hot time by and by;
He done put in a year of freezin', dat am de very, very reason
He's goin' to hab a hot time by-and-by.
Dar was lots ob dissipation round de Johnson habitation,
He was de prince ob all de colored clan;
But one day he done took sick, sir, doctors come den mighty quick, sir,
But couldn't save dat very reckless man.
Den de good ole Parson Mason done an' tole his congregation
To pray to' brudder Johnson, who am gon';
Den he preached a little sermon 'bout de money he was burnin'.
An' said, I'se glad he couldn't take it 'long, - Chorus.