Lyrics:
Talk about a coon a having trouble,
I think I have enough of ma own;
It's alla bout ma Lucy Jane Stubbles
And she has caused my heart to mourn;
Thar's another coon barber from Virginia,
In soci'ty he's the leader of the day;
And now ma honey gal is gwine to quit me,
Yes she's gone and drove this coon away;
She'd no excuse to turn me loose,
I've been abused, I'm all confused,
Cause these words she did say:
chorus:
All coons look alike to me,
I've got another beau, you see,
And he's just as good to me as you, nig!
Ever tried to be ;
He spends his money free,
I know we can't agree,
So I don't like you no how,
All coons look alike to me.
Never said a word to hurt her feelings,
I always bou't her presents by the score;
And now my brain with sorrow am a reeling
Cause she won't accept them any more;
If I treated her wrong she may have loved me,
Like all the rest she's gone and let me down;
If I'm lucky I'm a gwine to catch my policy
And win my sweet thing way from town;
For I'm worried, yes, I'm desp'rate,
I've been Jonahed, and I'll get dang'rous,
If these words she says to me:
Ernest Hogan (Ernest Reuben Crowders) (c1868-1909), 1896
