Lyr Add: Lock and Key (Creamer and Johnson)
Subject: Lyr Add: Lock and Key (Creamer and Johnson)|
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 07 Jun 14 - 01:53 PM
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.
Recorded by Bessie Smith with James Price Johnson on piano; 1927.
Subject: Lyr Add: YOUR KEY DON'T FIT THIS LOCK NO MORE|
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 07 Jun 14 - 07:14 PM
Lyr. Add: YOUR KEY DON'T FIT THIS LOCK NO MORE
Words Fred J. Hamill, Music Paul Cohn, 1898
My gal and I had trouble and I have been crossed double,
Now some one took the lead from me, and I'm as dead as I can be;
When I got home this morning, just as the day was dawning,
I found a new lock on the door, I couldn't use my key.
There ain't no use in weeping, when I looked up at my old home,
I saw dat girl a peeping, and she was not alone;
Says she, I'm too long standing, that coon you've been a handling
Can't jolly me no longer, so now listen while I say:
Your key don't fit this lock, you best move 'round the block,
You broke your plate with me, black man, you I can't see,
You got your notice now, so don't you start no row,
You lost your home, and your key don't fit this lock no more.
You know you had a warning, I told you every morning,
I wouldn't stand your fooling, so now you will have to leave, yes, go;
I used to love you truly, but you is bad, unruly,
So I have got to pass you up, I've got another beau.
Now don't you get to talking and tell me what you're gwine to do,
For you are from Missoura and I will soon show you;
So, don't you start a-conning this babe with any yarning,
I'm sorry for you, nigger, but your key don't fit this lock no more.
Windsor music Company, Copyright 1898.