Lyr. Add: LOCK AND KEY
Music, J. P. Johnson; Lyric, Henry Creamer; c. 1927

I can see that you and me will have a terrible fallin' out.
No-one at the barber's ball will know what it's all about!
They'll hear a shot, and see you duck, and when the smoke has cleared away,
Then the band will crawl from behind the stand and then you'll hear me say:

When I get home I'm gonna change the lock and key.
When you get home you'll find an awful change in me!
If I don't change my mind, another thing you will find
That your baby, maybe, has got another baby on the Pullman line!

You did your stuff, so get yourself another home,
I said it long enough, so pack your little trunk and roam!
I used to love you once, but you took and made a fool out o' me
'Cause when I get home, I'm gonna change the old lock and key!

Take off that suit I bought you!
Gimme that hat and that red vest too!
Take off my watch, gimme my ring,
I want them shoes and everything!
You just got to be the latest squeeze
Well, let 'em squeeze you in your BVD's!
If you say much, I'll shoot them all.
I'll shoot them all if I hear you call!

'Cause when I get home I'm gonna change my lock and key.
When you get home, you'll find the place where home used to be!
And if I don't change my mind, another thing you'll find,
That your baby, maybe, has got another baby, just as good and kind!

You cheated on me, and that's a thing that made me sore.
I'll change that key, I'll get myself another door!
As far as my concern, you're a gypsy, homeless as a flea,
'Cause when I get home, I'm gonna change my lock and key.
Believe me!

Recorded by Bessie Smith with James Price Johnson on piano; 1927.

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