Don't Take Me Home 1908

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 17 Jul 2004

Augustus J. McCann,
is a henpecked married man,
he's been a fighting with his wife
since his married life began.
One morn at half past three,
while out upon a spree,
a motor knocked him down and out
and it nearly broke his knee.
The chauffeur raised Mac's head.
He said: "This man is dead!"
But when he said:
"We'll take him home,"
McCann jumped up and said:

Don't take me home,
please don't take me home,
Tell me, what did I do to you?
Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo,
Have a little pity,
I'm a poor married man,
in search of peace I roam;
I'm with you in anything you do
but don't take me home.

Don't take me home,
please don't take me home,
Tell me, what did I do to you?
Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo,
Have a little pity,
I'm a poor married man,
in search of peace I roam;
I'm with you in anything you do
but don't take me home.

McCann made such a fight,
that they locked him up that night,.
Next day he got six months in jail
and he said: "Now I'm in right."
In jail there was no strife
he never saw his wife,
he said that he'd be happy
if he could stay there all his life
but after half a year they said:
"Get out of here!"
The jailer said:
"We'll take you home..."
But Mac jumped up in fear.

Don't take me home,
please don't take me home,
Tell me, what did I do to you?
Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo,
Have a little pity,
I'm a poor married man,
in search of peace I roam;
I'm with you in anything you do
but don't take me home.

Don't take me home,
please don't take me home,
Tell me, what did I do to you?
Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo,
Have a little pity,
I'm a poor married man,
in search of peace I roam;
I'm with you in anything you do
but don't take me home.

McCann became so sore
that he ran off to the war
that was was like vacation time
after all he fought before.
He always led the fray
but he was shot one day
his comrades saw he couldn't walk
and they carried him away.
Upon his cot he fell
the doctor said: "Well! Well!"
We'll send this man home to his wife.
Then Mac began to yell.

Don't take me home,
please don't take me home,
Tell me, what did I do to you?
Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo,
Have a little pity,
I'm a poor married man,
in search of peace I roam;
I'm with you in anything you do
but don't take me home.

Don't take me home,
please don't take me home,
Tell me, what did I do to you?
Oo, Oo, Oo, Oo,
Have a little pity,
I'm a poor married man,
in search of peace I roam;
I'm with you in anything you do
but don't take me home.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Don't Take Me Home 1908
Lyrics by Vincent Bryan
Music by Harry von Tilzer
© MCMVIII by Harry von Tilzer Mus.Pub.Co.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 17 July 2004 at 16.35
in association with Doug Grierson
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