By your eyes I traced your love, Being guided by the Savior above; I saw a weakening along the way That I could strengthen would it pay, But those things are hard to mend When two has love that doesn’t blend.
Be careful in your daily walks, Because from some source or other there’s always a watching eye.
Sam Jackson was goin’ with a real yallow gal, the one that he called his own-side pal, But he found she would deceive, she told a friend by the name of Stark. She could love Sam if he wasn’t so dark; This made a discord down town, Cause Sam was standing near, and seemed to overhear and just then he spoke right up and said:
I’m a natural born gen-u-wine colored man, you don’t have to look twice to see who I am, You look at me once and your thoughts will end, cause I got that puro-de colored skin. It’s the kind of skin that the sun don’t tan, this makes me the king of the sunny land, So you go your way but bear in mind I’m what you call the puro-de gen-u-wine.
Now all high yellows to Sam is in vain, he never lets them bother his brain, And all through his life he’ll letum alone, he knows that his skin’s a bit shady, So he will avoid every yellow lady, he’s got a club of his own. Where all brown skins can meet and have a musical treat For every night Sam kindly sings.
On comes the future And brighter day it brings, But prosperity should never bother Love in the heart that sings.
Life fo me am one sweet dream Sense I’s been drinken Jersey cream, Ebum, my wife, am changed her wahs She worens a smile eber dah, When I miks dat golden cow.
Yo no when I buyeder my wife jist frond, And to all de nabers she run me doun, I wished yo hear ’er now, she calls me honey, An’ tells me how well I spent my money When I buyed dat golden cow.
All my chuluns jist seems to smile Liker a pasel uv crocker diles, One I’ll stan, an hunch de uder, Dey gits dat actens from dair muder, When I miks dat golden cow.
All de foks dat libs next dooh Try to be so soshul, any mo, But dey needn’t ack, all dat cin, I gits eber body off my mine When I miks dat golden cow.
An dat Jersey neber offers to kick, I’d lose my mind ef she’d git sik, Jist think what it means to my poar heart, How sad ’twould be ef I had to part From miken dat golden cow.