[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
A popular song from 1899
Words by W. E. Browning
Music by Bernard Franklin
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. A colored gent met a yallar gal
At a ragtime jamboree
She thought so much of this homely coon
She said you can call on me
He went to her house most ev’ry night
For that gal did certainly live swell
He thought he had her good and “pat”
So his love began to tell
But this gal looked up his pedigree
Which wasn’t very bright
He was a gambling man, a chicken thief
And stayed out late at night
So the very next time this coon came round
She gave him the marble heart
But these are the words he sung to her
When she told him to depart
Chorus
I likes the place so much I hates to leave
When I am far away I know I’m going to grieve
Don’t pass me up and let me go
Baby give me one more show
For I likes the place so much I hates to leave
2. When this coon found he was dispossessed
From that girls society
He went and got his liquor on
And was full as full could be
He started back to that gals house
Just on purpose for to fight
You’d think a cyclone struck that place
The way he tore up things that night
He broke up all the furniture
The crockry ware as well
Tore the carpets up from off the floor
Like a wild man he did yell
But a big police man tamed him down
And was taking him away
He tried to win that yaller gal back
As loudly he did say
Sung here by Fred Feild: