White Folks, Every Coon You Meet Don't Look Alike.
Copyright, 1897, by Chas. A. Brutting & Gus Smith.
Words and Music by Nat Lucas.
Now the question that's been agitating the colored people's mind,
I think all coons should hold up for their right,
I thought the matter over, and will explain in these few lines,
White folks, every coon you meet don't look alike.
For dar's brown coons, black coons, coons dat's nearly white,
Dah's a many a kind of coons in dis here world,
Size up every coon you meet, and see, and I'm sure you will agree
Dat ev'ry coon you meet don't look alike.
Last night the coons congregated, overjoyed and quite elated,
Shouted tell it, babe, I know it ain't no lie;
De colored folks now eas'ly breeve, I made a speech 'foh I did leave,
Oh, white folks, ev'ry coon don't look alike.
While walking down the street a gang of kids I chanced to meet,
Started in to whistle all coons look alike;
I knew they were mistaken, and my heart was nearly breaking.
So I pulled my razor and started in to fight,
Now's my chance to run, but a policeman, just for fun,
Says, Honey, I'll take care of you to-night,
For I'm sure that you look like the man, den I shouted, Gracious land,
White folks, ev'ry coon you meet don't look alike.
The policeman he was dazed, stood bewildered and amazed,
Den I began to bust out in a cry,
I must have been a sight, for he said, nigger, I believe you're right,
That ev'ry coon you meet don't look alike.