Away Down Souf

We’ll put for de souf Ah! dat’s the place,
For the steeple chase and de bully hoss race
Poker, brag, eucher, seven up and loo,
Den chime in Niggas, won’t you come along too.
No use talken when de Nigga wants to go,
Whar de corn-top blossom and de canebrake grow;
Den come along to Cuba, and we’ll dance de polka juba,
Way down souf, whar de corn grow.

My lub she hab a very large mouf,
One in de norf, tudder corner in de souf;
It ams so long, it reach so far
Trabble all around it on a railroad car.
No use talken when de Nigga wants to go,
Whar de corn-top blossom and de canebrake grow;
Den come along to Cuba, and we’ll dance de polka juba,
Way down souf, whar de corn grow.

I went last night to see my Sally
Two story house in Pig tail ally,
Whar de skeeters buz, and de fleas dey bite,
And de bull dogs howl and de tom cats fight.
No use talken when de Nigga wants to go,
Whar de corn-top blossom and de canebrake grow;
Den come along to Cuba, and we’ll dance de polka juba,
Way down souf, whar de corn grow.