Kippinoe 1908

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 30 Aug 2005

Way down in the valley just outside of town,
lives a little maiden dressed in leathers brown;
Lips as red as cherries,
teeth as white as pearl,
Daughter of Chief Sitting Bull,
little Indian girl.
When behind the hill the sun has gone to rest,
each star seems to whisper:
"Yes she loves you best,"
So I don't mind waiting for her 'neath the moon,
I just serenade her,
with this little tune!

Kippinoe, I sigh for you,
I'd try for you,
I'd die for you,
you are the one that I love best,
my darkskin lady of the west.
Kippinoe, if you'll be true,
I'll tell you what I'll do for you
I'll build a love canoe for two,
my pretty Kip! Kip! Kippinoe.
Kip! Kip! Kip!

Kippinoe, I sigh for you,
I'd try for you,
I'd die for you,
you are the one that I love best,
my darkskin lady of the west.
Kippinoe, if you'll be true,
I'll tell you what I'll do for you
I'll build a love canoe for two,
my pretty Kip! Kip! Kippinoe.

Kippinoe's the princess of a mighty tribe,
so to win her hand, her dad I had to bribe.
soon we'll leave the prairies,
go back into town,
in a wigwam of our own,
we will settle down.
May be some day we'll need room enough for three,
Pretty Kippinoe, canary bird and me,
By our wigwam fire with a happy smile,
I'll tell love tales to her,
singing all the while.

Kippinoe, I sigh for you,
I'd try for you,
I'd die for you,
you are the one that I love best,
my darkskin lady of the west.
Kippinoe, if you'll be true,
I'll tell you what I'll do for you
I'll build a love canoe for two,
my pretty Kip! Kip! Kippinoe.
Kip! Kip! Kip!

Kippinoe, I sigh for you,
I'd try for you,
I'd die for you,
you are the one that I love best,
my darkskin lady of the west.
Kippinoe, if you'll be true,
I'll tell you what I'll do for you
I'll build a love canoe for two,
my pretty Kip! Kip! Kippinoe.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Kippinoe 1908
Music by Ben. M. Jerome
Lyrics by Jack Drislane
© 1908 by F.B.Haviland Pub.Co.Inc. N.Y.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 30 August 2005 at 18.38
in association with Doug Grierson
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