[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
A popular song from 1906
Words by Joe Rosey
Music by Albert Von Tilzer
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Denese Coulbeck:
Lyrics
- Look here, Lincoln Jackson
What’s this fuss about?
I’m just sick and tired of the way you shout
Telling me I ain’t no use around the place
When you ought to be ashamed to show your face
Who’s got all the worry ’bout that coal and rent
Just tell me the date that you brought home a cent
Mister Lincoln Jackson, I want you to know
I’ve made up my mind I’m going to go
Chorus
I’m goin’, I’ve had enough of you
Goodbye, I’m telling you I’m through
You said you had dough
Must have dreamt that long ago
So long, I’m going on my way
No use coaxing me to stay
There’s my automobile hack
Don’t you dare to call me back
Going, going, gone
- Now just let me tell you man
There’s one thing more
If you stay in this house
You’ll sleep on the floor
I won’t leave a pillow here to rest your head
Lincoln, maybe you won’t miss that folding bed
That engagement ring you gave to me was glass
And the wedding ring, Lord knows was only brass
I don’t want no cheap man and that means just you
Open up that door and I’ll skidoo