American Old Time Song Lyrics: 39 A Going To De Promised Land

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 39

A-Going to de Promised Land.
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Harding.
Words by Ed. B. Marks. Music by Charles Ohl.

Dere's a steamboat on de ribber called de Whip-poor-will
A-going to de promised land;
If you listen you are sure to hear her whistle till
She leaves for de promised land.
For de hooey and de milk will be a-flowing,
Music ringing out on eb'ry land,
And de trumpet ob de angel will be blowing,
When you get to dat promised land.

Chorus.
Check your baggage right straight through;
Don't lose your ticket whatever you may do;
No more work, honey, dar for you,
When you git to dat promised land of plenty.

Dere's a vesterbule train dat meet de Whip-poor-will,
A-going to de promised land;
She meets her at de foot of de golden hill
Dat leads to de promised land.
Den de colored population will be riding
First time in a palace-car so grand;
In de old caboose de sinners will be hiding.
On de train to de promised land.- Chorus.

Dere'e a bulljine on de train dat meet de Whip-poor-will,
A-going to de promised land;
It am just as bright us any brand-new dollar bill,
And ready for de promised land.
So you darkies if you going you must hustle;
Sure to have your honey dar on hand,
But she mustn't wear a hoop-skirt or a bustle.
When she's going to de promised land.- Chorus.