Your Key Don't Fit This Lock No More
Copyright, 1898, by Windsor Music Co.
Words by Fred J Hamill. Music by Paul Cohn.
My gal and I had trouble and I have been crossed double,
Now some one took the lead from me, and I'm as dead as I can be;
When I got home this morning, just as the day was dawning,
I found a new lock on the door, I couldn't use my key
There ain't no use in weeping, when I looked up at my old home,
I saw dat girl a peeping, and she was not alone;
Says she, I'm too long standing, that coon you've been a handling
Can't jolly me no longer, so now listen while I say:
Your key don't fit this lock, you best move 'round the block,
You broke your plate with me, black man, you I can't see;
You got your notice now, so don't you start no row,
You lost your home, and your key don't fit this lock no more.
You know you had a warning. I told you every morning,
I wouldn't stand your fooling, so now you will have to leave, yes go;
I used to love you truly, but you Is bad, unruly.
So I have got to pass you up, I've got another beau.
Now don't you get to talking and tell me what you're gwine to do.
For you are from Mizzoura and I will soon show you;
So, don't you start a-conning this babe with any yarning,
I'm sorry for you, nigger, but your key don't fit this lock.-Chorus.