His Rag-Time Walk Won The Prize 1899

by James Pitt-Payne, LOndon UK - 27 Jun 2008
2008

A coon cake walk was about to begin,
the dead swell coons was all coming in,
Champion Simpson was head of the line,
He said: "That prize is gwine to be mine!"
Peter was a coon who had nothing to say
But when he got through
Simpson looked like a jay,
Now the time has come,
to give the prize away,
Simpson looked small
when the crowd did say:

His rag time walk done won the prize,
Done fooled the champion fore his eyes,
When they found he was the thing,
The coons began to sing,
His rag time walk done won the prize.

His rag time walk done won the prize,
Done fooled the champion fore his eyes,
When they found he was the thing,
The coons began to sing,
His rag time walk done won the prize.

The dance began when the Cake Walk was through
Sim got bad and his gun he drew,
He shot poor Peter right through the thigh,
The coons all seen it and tried to fly!
One gal said: "Now Sim that ain't right
to try and turn this ball into a fight,
Peter beat you fair,
and he could beat again,
All the crowd joined her
when she did sing:

His rag time walk done won the prize,
Done fooled the champion fore his eyes,
When they found he was the thing,
The coons began to sing,
His rag time walk done won the prize.

His rag time walk done won the prize,
Done fooled the champion fore his eyes,
When they found he was the thing,
The coons began to sing,
His rag time walk done won the prize.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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His Rag-Time Walk Won The Prize 1899
Words & Music by Nathan Bivins
© 1899 by Hugo V.Schlam
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 27 June 2008 at 17.45
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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