Title

There ain't No Use to Keep on Hanging Around / music by Irving Jones; words by Irving Jones

Authors

Irving Jones
Irving Jones
Feist and Frankenthaler (New York)

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ISBN

MUM00682, 0287

Description

Cover: drawing of an African American woman shaking her fist and a rolling pin at an African American male outside her window; composed expressly for the New York Sunday World. Supplement to the New York World, Sunday, Sept. 17th, 1899; Publisher: Feist and Frankenthaler (New York)

Subject Headings (Library of Congress)

Songs -- United States -- 19th Century; Popular Music -- United States

Relational Format

music score

Original Format

scores

Original Collection

Sheldon Harris Collection (MUM00682), Archives and Special Collections, University of Mississippi Libraries

Finding Aid

https://egrove.olemiss.edu/finding_aids/322

Lyrics

Lyrics:
First verse
A coal-black coon and his saffron-colored wife Had a rag time debation this noon, Now she wants to shake that coon, There'll be a black burying soon; 'Cause the gal said, Coon, you've got to leave, From high livin' you'll get the gout The coon said, Sharkey could not put him out! The gal said, Don't get tough Cause I don't stand no bluff! You may think I'm rather rough, I've been your meal ticket long enough! Money home, you never bring, You said you'd leave in the Spring Spring's here now, cause the birds do sweetly sing:
First Chorus
So there ain't no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you'll get run out of this town You said you didn't want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp'ny, So there aint no use to keep on hanging around So there ain't no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you'll get run out of this town You said you didn't want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp'ny, So there aint no use to keep on hanging around So there ain't no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you'll get run out of this town You said you didn't want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp'ny, So there aint no use to keep on hanging around
Second verse
This coon said, Gal, if I must leave, Your own mother won't recognize you, I am goin' to change your face. You'll belong to a diffrent race! The gal said, Coon, if you get rash You'll have to get some bail Cause I'll never rest until you land in jail.. The coon said, I don't care, I'll do something for going there; I shall not volunteer To go there for a year. She said, You big, black gawk! Don't start no ragtime talk Do a transfomation scene and disappear!
Second chorus
Cause there ain't no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you'll get run out of this town You said you didn't want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp'ny, Cause there aint no use to keep on hanging around So there ain't no use to keep a-hangin around; you get bad you'll get run out of this town You said you didn't want me, Though you came around to haunt me, But a score of other darkies now are seeking for my comp'ny, So there aint no use to keep on hanging around

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