I’ve got to go my route.
Layin’ low, never know,
When de p’liceman’s walkin’ about,
Walkin’ in, stalkin’ about,
Dat p’liceman’s walkin’ about.
Don’t Fool Wid Me
Dark town alley’s too small a place
For me and that cop to have a fair race.
I lay low till de night am dark,
Den dis here nigger is out for a lark.