I'm Looking for a New Home Now.
Copyright, 1898, by Philip Kussel.
Words by Frank Coulter.
Music by Jake C. Schaefer.
There's a coon that's been a-hanging
'Round the house 'most night and day,
He told me on the quiet
That his pork-chops ran away;
It wasn't for the gal so much,
But now he's lost his home;
And the nights would soon be getting cold
And he hates to sleep alone;
said he, she shared my pork-chops
And I give her every cent;
I just bought a bran'-new folding-bed
And I paid a whole month's rent;
The coon that she's done gone with
He was handsome, I'll allow;
There seems no chance on earth for me,
So I'm looking for a new home.
Now I'm sorry that I fell out with my baby;
I know this blow will almost set me crazy;
I thought that she was too much of a lady
To do a cruel act like that to me;
I hope the Lord would fix things with my honey;
I'd treat her nice and give her all my money;
If I could catch that coon,-you know
He wouldn't stand a ghost of show,
I'm sorry that I fell out with my babe.
Now, boys, I tried to please her,
I did everything I could:
She used to say she'd shake me,
But I didn't think she would;
She even got arrested,
And I got her out of Jail;
I didn't have the money myself,
But my friends they went her ball;
She always swore she loved me.
And I'm sorry that she's gone;
I wouldn't take it so to heart.
But they sing me this sad song:
Your baby love's done gwine from you
With a coon as black as sin;
There's only one thing left for me.
To let another gal step in.-Cho.