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SHE'S IN THE GRAVEYARD NOW
As sung by Earl McDonald's Original Louisville Jug Band, 1927. (Columbia 14255-D)

1. Now 'member the last election
When our folks was in action—
They tried to get a good man for president.
I had a big brother named Walter(?),
Very swell promoter.
He was always lookin' for swell advice.
So I told him to go right down to the poll,
Vote with his whole heart an' soul.
Place of voting once, he voted twice,
And now he's down in jail,
No one to go his bail.
The judge said he should have give him life.

(Where's Walter?)
He's in the jailhouse now.
He's in the jailhouse now.
We told that boy 'fore he left home,
To let them politics alone.
He's in the jailhouse now.

2. Now up in New York City,
Folks thought it was a pity
That the landlords had to raise that rent so high.
We hustled round that town.
In all our hustlin' round,
We could not raise that rent no way we tried.
My mother took in washin'.
My sister done the ironing.
I helped around the town by shining shoes;
But my daddy walked around
Like he owned New York Town,
Spending all Mama's money buyin' moonshine booze.

(Where's Papa?)
He's in the jailhouse now.
He's in the jailhouse now.
As fast as Ma could get that rent,
Pa was stealing ev'ry cent.
He's in the jailhouse now.

3. Now I went out last Friday.
I met a big fat girl named Ida.
She thought I was the swellest coon in town.
She commenced to call me honey.
Naturally, I begin to spend my money.
We took in ever' cabaret that could be found.
We was drinkin' ev'ry minute.
I thought I was in it.
I was buyin' Jamaica ginger by the pound;
But when I went to pay that man,
I found little Ida's hand
Right in my pocket where my money was.

(Where's Ida?)
She's in the graveyard now.
She's in the graveyard now.
I told that judge right to his face:
Ida's hand was out of place.
She's in the graveyard now.