American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 I've Been Hoodood
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44
I'VE BEEN HOODOOD.
Copyright, 18M, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Gussie L. Davis.
I've been hoodoo'd, I've been hoodoo'd, hoodoo'd, hoodoo'd,
By a nigger voodoo I've been hoodood, I've been hoodoo'd,
Hoodoo'd by a big black coon.
A coon for me had a great infatuation,
He wanted me to marry, but he had no situation,
As soon as I refused, why the coon be got wild,
Says be, "I am bound for to hoodoo dis child."
Went and got a rabbit foot and burned it with a frog,
Down in the hollow of an old burnt log,
Right on the road where I had to pass along.
Ever since den my bead's been wrong,
My bones begin to ache, and my teeth begin to chatter,
Went to a doctor and he couldn't tell the matter;
Says be, "You're a gone coon, you're gone up the spout,"
he looked at my head, And my hair fell out;
Nobody knows how funny I feel,
Even the husk fell off my heel.
Refrain.
I've been hoodoo'd, I've been hoodoo'd, hoodoo'd, hoodoo'd,
By a nigger voodoo I've been hoodoo'd, I've been hoodoo'd,
Hoodoo'd by a big bluck coon.
This same black coon had an awful disposition,
He could do more tricks than Hermann, the magician;
My daddy he went out for to kill this black moke,
The coon only laughed, And he thought it a joke;
Got all of the coons afraid to look him in the eye,
Got lots of niggers that he's taught to fly;
All the police for this coon they had to search,
He robbed a coon one night at church,
He grabbed up a chicken and it wouldn't even hollar,
Throw up his guffer and most any thing would foller;
It is very strange, but it ain't no lie,
I hope in my heart that this coon will die,
For I can't sleep, walk, talk nor eat,
Guess I am dead-my heart don't beat- Refrain.