[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
A popular song from 1908.
Words by Mord Allen and Ed. Green.
Music by Will Marion Cook.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. When just a pickininny
Way down in old Virginny
On one bright summer’s day
The breeze was rising, sinking
I wandered on unthinking
Some how I lost my way
And so it was he found me
With blushing flowers round me
And I was blushing, too
And something thrilled within me
As he said some day he’d win me
For his own Kinky True
Chorus
Kinky, Kinky, your skin is kind o’ inky
But I love you I do
Shady maybe but a perfect lady
Every inch of you
Kinky, Kinky, there’s a little dinky
Hut just built for two
Tarry, marry and it’s there I’ll carry
You my Kinky True
2. A bunch of brown skinned sweetness
In all it’s cute completeness
He says is kinky doll
Now men may talk deceiving
But I can’t help believing
This man just means it all
And you may not suppose it
‘Cause I don’t think he knows it
But, well, I like him too
And if he keeps on pleading
That I’m just what he’s needing
I’ll be his Kinky True
Sung here by Fred Feild: