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Titre :I've got Money Lucked up in a Vault, coon song
Interprète(s) :Spencer, Len
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Support d'enregistrement :Cylindre
Format :Standard (enregistrement acoustique)
Marque de fabrique, label :Columbia
Date de l'enregistrement :1900 c.
Couleur de la pâte :marron
État :moyen
Vitesse (tours/minute) :120 ; 126
Matériel employé au transfert :Archéophone
Date du transfert :23-12-1998
Commentaires :Texte du contenu ci-dessous. Vers 1898, boîte champignon US : "cylindres de Paul"
Texte du contenu :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

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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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