I have listened several times to a recording on Spotify. I have also studied the transcriptions made by various people who posted at the Weenie Campbell web site. This may not be perfect but it's the best I can do for now:


I GOT MINE
As recorded by Frank Stokes, 1928.

1. Then I went down to the little crap game; Lord, that was against my will.
I lost every penny that I had in my pocket but a greenback dollar bill.
I turned my head, [be]gin to shake my shoulders, thinkin' I's way behind,
But just as I jumped in the kitchen door, boys, I got mine.

CHORUS 1: I got mine; I got mine.
Standin' 'round here tryin' to get some'n' good t'eat all the time.
Ever since then I been livin' high; I been livin' on the chicken and wine.
Said I belong to the knockdown society but I got mine.

2. Now when the turkey was brought in, tell me the people all began to grin.
Now think about the good times all would have, they couldn't say exactly when.
So the man got the turkey right by the neck, but I swung on behind.
He might thought he had the whole fowl and gone, but I got mine.

CHORUS 2: I got mine, boys, I got mine.
Around here tryin' to get some'n' good t'eat all the time.
Since then I been livin' high; I been livin' on the chicken and wine.
Said I belong to the grab society but I got mine.

3. Then I went off to work early one mornin'; that's somethin' that never did suit me.
While a-peepin' through the crack, back in my old lady settin' on a some other man's knee,
Snatched off her veil wrapped across her head, and he(?) jumped up in cryin',
"You been fightin' your lady, doggone your soul, but I got mine."

CHORUS 3: I got mine; I got mine.                                                                                                                                                   
Around here tryin' to get some'n' good t'eat all the time.
Said ever since then I been livin' high; I been livin' on the chicken and wine.
Said I belong to the knockdown society but I got mine.

4. I went uptown to a little crap game, as some other police must say(?).
That man looked at me, never cracked a smile; I couldn't get this fella to laugh.
So he throwed the dice out on the floor, and the place(?) got fightin' like nine,
But just as the police jumped in the back door, Lord, I got mine.

CHORUS 4: I got mine; I got mine,
Around here tryin' to get some'n' good t'eat all the time.
Since then I been livin' high; I been livin' on the chicken and wine.
Said I belong to that knockdown society but I got mine.


[By the way, there is another thread about this song, which contains the lyrics from the sheet music published in 1901, and another version recorded by Pink Anderson, but they are not very helpful in deciphering Frank Stokes' version, which has been heavily folk-processed:

Lyr Add: I Got Mine (Pink Anderson).]