American Old Time Song Lyrics: 51 I've Been Hoodood

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 51

I'VE BEEN HOODOO'D.
Copyright, 1894, 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 hoodoo'd, I've been hoodoo'd,
floodoo'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 he got wild.
Says he, "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 head'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 he, 'You're a gone coon, yon'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 black 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;
(Jot 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 holler,
Throw up his guffer And 'most anything 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.