A Georgia Camp Meeting. (Great Instrumental) My dad used to sing this and I KNOW he was not a bigot. Maybe condescending, but not a bigor.

A meeting took place by the Colored Race
Way down in Georgia.
There were Coons large and small, lanky, lean, fat and tall.
At that old coon camp meeting.
When Church was out, how the Brothers did shout,
They were so happy

But they quit all their cryin, weepin' and a-sighin' and hired a big brass band.

And when that band of darkies began to play, pretty music so gay
Hats were thrown away
How they danced and strutted the night away,
And Then they quit all their talkin, and went a-walking