American Old Time Song Lyrics: 61 A Blowin Down De Line
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 61
A-BLOWIN' DOWN DE LINE.
Copyright, 1898, by Hamilton S. Gordon.
Written by Karl Kennett. Music by Lyn Udall.
Yas, dat's what I said, heap o' trouble ahead
Fo' de niggah wid de crap-game face;
Ah'se out fo de goah, an' ah'll tackle him sho'ah
Ef ah catch him any place.
Ah'll mangle his mug of ah go to de jug,
An' ah'se ready to pay ma fine;
Fo' he stole ma money an' he took ma honey
A-blowin' down de line.
Chorus
Dat's no way to treat me, promise to meet me.
Tell me to come at nine:
Den gi' me de shake, fo' a policy fake,
Wid an' uglier mug dan mine.
Ah'se makin' a sneak on de rubbah-neck freak,
An' ah'll fix dat niggah fine,
Fo' he stole ma money an' he took ma honey
A-blowin' down de fine.
Dat settle de biz, it's all off wid Liz,
An1 ah'd raddah hab a scrap dan eat;
Dat niggah, he know dat he bettah lay low,
Ah'se a desp'rate coon to meet;
Ah'll follow his trail, of ah keep out o' jail,
An1 ah'll run up an' down his spine,
Fo' he's got ma nig in a bone-yard rig
A-blowin' down de line.-Chorus.
It's off wid de spiel, odder coon has de deal,
An' dis niggah am in de soup:
Ma money has went wid de odder nig gent,
An' ma baby has flew de coop:
Dis niggah am soah, an' he's lookin' fo' wah,
As shoah as de moon do shine.
An' de ha'r will flew when ah catch dem two
Dat's blowin' down de line.- Cho.