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| Title : | I've got Money Lucked up in a Vault, coon song | ||
| Performers : | Spencer, Len | ||
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| Recording medium : | Cylindre | ||
| Format : | Standard (enregistrement acoustique) | ||
| Manufacturer, label : | Columbia | ||
| Recording date : | 1900 c. | ||
| Color of the material : | marron | ||
| Condition : | moyen | ||
| Speed (rpm) : | 120 ; 126 | ||
| Tools used for data transfer : | Archéophone | ||
| Transfer date : | 1998-12-23 | ||
| Comments : | Texte du contenu ci-dessous. Vers 1898, boîte champignon US : "cylindres de Paul" | ||
| Text or lyrics : | Le contenu de ce texte n'engage que la responsabilité de ses auteurs.
Il ne figure ici que pour sa valeur de témoignage historique. I've got money locked up in a vault By Irving Jones Revised by Williams & Walker Copyright 1899 by Jos. Sters & Co. Announced "An eccentric negro song" I've got money locked up in a vault sung by Len Spencer for Columbia phonograph company New-York and London" I cert'nly am living one lucky streak, I'm living twenty-one days to a week ; Millionaires are my only company, Very sledom I want any of them with me. I always eat porter-house steacks and quails, I drink champagne by the water pails. For a year my feet aint touched the ground I hire a poor coon to push me around, For I've got money locked up in a vault How it came to be aint my fault I aint got no education Never had no rich relation, But I've got money locked up in a vault. I've been spending money lately by the yard, Got a yaller coon for my body guard ; That moke do cert'nly get the blues When I say, "Coon, come black my shoes" I never eat cabbage nor boiled corned beef, Some coons are glad to get a cabbage leaf When I travel I always charter a train. when I bathe I use Mumm's pure champagne For I've got money locked up in a vault How it came to be aint my fault I aint got no education Never had no rich relation, But I've got money locked up in a vault. - Hey nigger ! - well ? - you still [...] famous smoking [...] - go long, nigger, go long... For I've got money locked up in a vault How it came to be aint my fault I aint got no education Never had no rich relation, But I've got money locked up in a vault. - Hey nigger ! - well what now ? - Where's your smoking [...] [...] [...] - Go on nigger go on gimme the key so I won't wake up -------- A year ago I was a roustabout But now my change it never runs out ; I've got money now to throw to the birds, I buy my chickens by the herds. For fear my good health will not keep, I've had a doctor to watch my sleep ; I'm getting richer ev'ry day, From counting money I'v got gray, For I've got money locked up in a vault How it came to be aint my fault I aint got no education Never had no rich relation, But I've got money locked up in a vault. Original score : http://digitalgallery.nypl.org/nypldigital/id?1256342 |
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