Dat Possum Rag

[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]

From “Jumping Jupiter”, 1910
Words by Harold R. Atteridge
Music by Phil Schwartz


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. ‘Way down South in New Orleans the big moon’s bright
    Coons are singing on the levee every night
    Rastus Johnson Black is there and he’s some gay
    With his honey gal he does the bombashay
    Hear that banjo goin’, that’s some music, man
    Lordy! see those Sunday clothes of Dixie Dan
    Come on, Baby Doll, we’ll do that chicken drag
    And we’ll do that dance they call the Possum rag

Chorus
Come on! come along, baby
Oh! Oh! you choc’late lady
Roll those great big eyes at me
Hear that music swellin’
Sweet as watermelon
Doggone, I feel so funny
Like I was ready money
Oh, you honey blossom
Love you more than possum
Come and do that Possum Rag

  1. Memphis Sam is prancing with his Choc’late drop
    Dance that Johnson Pas-ma-la and don’t you stop
    Here’s Miss Jackson coming, now say, “How-do, Lize
    Honey, you’re some sassy, when you roll them eyes”
    Sing those songs they used to sing before the war
    Hurry ‘long, you chilun, shake your feet some more
    You can climb to glory with that Dixie strain
    But that Possum Rag just makes you most insane