I reach down an’ kiss my gal,
Kiss an’ hug her all day long,
Lawd, she make me so much worry
I had to leave home.
[61] That is, his pistol.
The selections that follow are typical of the large number of miscellaneous songs of almost every imaginable mixture and variety. They are examples of corruptions and also of the song-making process and of the insignificance of words and meaning in the workaday song.
Julia Long
O Lawd, Aunt Julia!
Julia Long, Julia Long!
O Lawd, Aunt Julia!