When I was a little boy, my Mother used to sing this song to me. I've forgotten most of the lyrics, and have only run across one person outside of my own family who knows this song (don't remember who it was... someone I met once, many years ago.) The song would be politically incorrect now, having the word coon and pickanniny in it, from what I remember. The song was sung by a black Mammy to her little boy who has come home crying because the white kids have been picking on him. His Mother's advice is not to mind what those white folks do... just stay in your own back yard. The song had a great impact on me as a skinny little white kid who regularly got pummeled by bigger (but admittedly dumber) kids in the neighborhood. This is a real longshot, but this IS Mudcat.

Ya never know..:-)

Jerry