Now my Jenny’s married to a little yaller coon,
Hi, Jenny, ho, Jenny, ho, my Jenny Johnson!
Take care for Jenny’s hubby, for he’ll kill you mighty soon,
Hi, Jenny, ho, Jenny Johnson!
Wooly-headed pickaninnies runnin’ roun’ the flo’,
For they say there’s only two, but I wish they had a sco’;
I’m gwine away to China, so I’ll never see her mo’,
Hi, Jenny, ho, Jenny Johnson!
Pullman Porter
Runs from California