I Makes Mine Myself 1921

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 12 September 2010
2010

Today I meets big Moses Jackson,
limpin' down de street,
Dat poor ole boy was laggin'
and a draggin' of his feet,
I says to him: "Mah dear ole friend,
how come yo' look so blue?"
Says he: "I ain't absorbin'
what I'se been accustomed to."
"I see," says I, "They's put the goldfish
in your flowing bowl;
Now me I'se got most ev'rything
for any thirsty soul;
Yes sah, at mah house
they's varieties fifty seven,
I opens up mah ice box door,
an' steps right into Heaven!"

'Cause I makes mine myself
Yes, I makes mine myself,
I'se put an earthen jug to work
on mah kitchen shelf.
First I gets me some hops,
then I gets me some malt,
Next I gets me half a cake of yeast,
an' just a pinch of salt,
Now I adds a pound o' raisins
so innocent and sweet; Oh!
but what they doeth to it!
It's got any brew'ry beat!
Never worry about me
a keepin' of mah health,
'cause I takes my own medicine,
an' makes it myself.

'Cause I makes mine myself
Yes, I makes mine myself,
I'se put an earthen jug to work
on mah kitchen shelf.
Course I ain't started makin'
no kind o' champagne,
Fo' to tickle up the palate
of mah mos' particklah Jane,
But I'se got me a perscription
from a southern friend of mine
Dat's fo' making green Chartreuse
out of a water melon rind.
Never worry about me
a keepin' of mah health,
'cause I takes my own medicine,
an' makes it myself.

For Monday, with mah leg of lamb,
some brandy has I got,
On Tuesday I kin have some gin,
I likes mah toddy hot,
A little rye on Wednesday,
just to keep a chill away;
On Thursday with mah poke chops
an' mah Bourbon I gets gay;
And with mah fish on Friday,
I'se got fo'tyfo' proof beer,
On Saturday I mixes up a Bronnix,
for good cheer,
Half of one per cent, Huh!
You couldn't taste a tinful,
Why I kin have so much per cent,
It's "posolutely" sinful!

'Cause I makes mine myself
Yes, I makes mine myself,
I'se put an earthen jug to work
on mah kitchen shelf.
First I gets me some hops,
then I gets me some malt,
Next I gets me half a cake of yeast,
an' just a pinch of salt,
Now I adds a pound o' raisins
so innocent and sweet; Oh!
but what they doeth to it!
It's got any brew'ry beat!
Never worry about me
a keepin' of mah health,
'cause I takes my own medicine,
an' makes it myself.

'Cause I makes mine myself
Yes, I makes mine myself,
I'se put an earthen jug to work
on mah kitchen shelf.
Course I ain't started makin'
no kind o' champagne,
Fo' to tickle up the palate
of mah mos' particklah Jane,
But I'se got me a perscription
from a southern friend of mine
Dat's fo' making green Chartreuse
out of a water melon rind.
Never worry about me
a keepin' of mah health,
'cause I takes my own medicine,
an' makes it myself.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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I Makes Mine Myself 1921
Music by Robert Hood Bowers
Lyrics by Francis de Witt
© MCMXXI by Shapiro, Bernstein & Co,Inc,Corp. New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 12 September 2010 at 18.11
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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