Bobo Stomp

Come on boy: let’s go down on Tenth Street
Some of the prettiest women down there: that you ever did meet
Now down on Smith Street: where you get your rocking rye
Boy that’s what I’m talking about: and I ain’t talking no lie
Now I’m got a gal: she’s so sweet
Sweetest little gal: that I ever did meet
Every time I see my woman: walking down the street
Boy great big legs: and that little bitty feet
Now give me whiskey: you can give him gin
I’m going away baby: but I’ll be back again
Now down on Tenth Street: boy it’s a terrible mess
Boy we can have more fun down there: than any place I guess
Now I like my bucketful of beer: and I like my gin
Boy I ain’t coming back here no more: with a *very win*
You hear me talking to you: you hear me talking fast
Boy you liable to slip up: and fall on your yas yas yas