I got the blues, but I haven't got the fare,
I got the blues, but I haven't got the fare,
I got the blues, but I am too damn'd mean to cry.
Some folks say the rolling blues ain't bad;
Well, it must not 'a' been the blues my baby had.
Oh! where was you when the rolling mill burned down?
On the levee camp about fifteen miles from town
My mother's dead, my sister's gone astray,
And that is why this poor boy is here to-day.
If any of you have high ideas about the universal sacredness of domestic
ties, prepare to shed them now. It has often been said that the negro is a
backward race. But this is not true. In fact, he is very forward. He had
invented trial marriage before sociology was a science.
The following songs are only too realistic: