The Rabbits Foot 1897 Victor Herbert

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 13 December 2010
2010

Talk about yo' luck!
I'm 'quainted wif a coon
'Lige 'Rastus Jackson,
is his name;
He will hol' up a deuce,
an he'll draw fo' aces,
when he's settin' in a pokah game.
He'll fall in de ribber,
when 'e tide is running high,
An he'll come out dusty,
er he'll come out dry.
If he fell off a house once,
He'd find 'at he could fly!

Talk about yo' luck!
um um!
Foh! I tell yo what he's got?
Da's the secret o' dis good luck, coon,
It's de lef' hin' foot
ob a grabeyah'd rabbit,
dat was plucked in de dahk o' de moon.
An' it ain't a bit o' use
to buck up agains' a great big coon,
when he cah'ies in his cloes
de foot ob a rabbit
dat was plucked in de dahk o' de moon;
When he cah'ies in his cloes
de foot ob a rabbit
dat was plucked in de dahk ob de moon!

Went out to a dance
Las' night, a week ago,
Took little Mattie Hawkins long;
Wore a bran' new pink shirt,
an' a dimon' big ez'at,
Little Mattie said she loved me strong,
But Lige Rastus Jackson,
he showed up ez big ez life,
an he put a hoodoo on me,
so I couldn't draw my knife.
He stole dat little Mattie,
She's gwine to be his wife.

Talk about yo' luck!
um um!
Foh! I tell yo what he's got?
Da's the secret o' dis good luck, coon,
It's de lef' hin' foot
ob a grabeyah'd rabbit,
dat was plucked in de dahk o' de moon.
An' it ain't a bit o' use
to buck up agains' a great big coon,
when he cah'ies in his cloes
de foot ob a rabbit
dat was plucked in de dahk o' de moon;
When he cah'ies in his cloes
de foot ob a rabbit
dat was plucked in de dahk ob de moon!

I'm ez big ez him,
I'm full of muscle too;
Lige, he'd be easy meat fo' me:
Oh, de las' time we met,
it was at a pokah game,
an' I picked a row on puppose, see?
I frew him out de winder,
hoped he'd smash his ugly head;
But de folks next do' was movin'
and dey put a feathah bed,
when Rastus done fell on it,
he jes' got up an' said:

Talk about yo' luck!
um um!
Foh! I tell yo what he's got?
Da's the secret o' dis good luck, coon,
It's de lef' hin' foot
ob a grabeyah'd rabbit,
dat was plucked in de dahk o' de moon.
An' it ain't a bit o' use
to buck up agains' a great big coon,
when he cah'ies in his cloes
de foot ob a rabbit
dat was plucked in de dahk o' de moon;
When he cah'ies in his cloes
de foot ob a rabbit
dat was plucked in de dahk ob de moon!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
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piano 3
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lyric
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The Rabbits Foot 1897 Victor Herbert
Music by Victor Herbert
Lyrics by Harry B.Smith
© 1897 by Edward Schuberth & Co.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 13 December 2010 at 09.18
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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