American Old Time Song Lyrics: 54 Some Day I'll Be A Millionaire

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 54

Some Day I'll Be a Millionaire.
Copyright, 18S8, by Frank Harding.
Written And Composed by Dob Emmet.

Two little boys they kept a newsstand,
On the streets in New York town,
Sold their papers to the poor
And men of great renown;
One's name was Ned, the other was Jack,
Companions born and bred;
Jack's fondest hopes were to be rich,
And to his friend he said;

Chorus.
Some day I'll be a millionaire and live in luxury,
And have my dear old mother in the best society,
And when I do become a man, if a but I say proves true,
I'll always be your chum, Ned, and the same old Jack to you.

Years had passed by, they both grew to men,
The world it used Jack right;
Luck seemed to follow him everywhere,
His future it was bright.
At last he gained both fortune and fame,
Which his mother shared each day;
And oft times be would think of Ned
And the words he used to say :-- Chorus,

In a court-room, on trial for his life.
Was a pris'ner on the stand:
Are you guilty?-yes or no-
Speak out I was the command.
A strange voice was heard-Not guilty!
I've proof, if a fortune it cost-", I'll clear
My old put Ned of newsboy days,
I'm now a millionaire.- Chorus.