Jes' Come Around' Wid An Automobile
(I Don't Ride In No Hitch Like Dat)
Words by R. Melville Baker
Music by Josephine Sherwood
Published 1902

[verse 1]
My gal's gone mad
On a new fad,
And it makes dis nigger very blue
She done got wheels
Automobiles
Dose dat cost six hundred when dey's new.
Hitched up ma bay
Looked slick and gay
Went to take my Lizzie for a spin
Turn up her nose
And me she froze

[chorus]
I don't ride in no hitch like dat
Ole style buggy
Hitched to a rat,
You come aroun' wid an automobile
'lectric pow'r wid a blown up wheel,
I'se outgrown a horse or a bike
Dey can't strike de gait I like,
If wid me you want to speel
Jes' come aroun' wid an automobile.

[verse 2]
Drove off alone,
Dis time a roan,
Dat could travel smooth and mighty fast
Gave him his head
Had'em all dead
Dere was nothing dat we couldn't pass.
Den comes a whizz,
Long comes ma Lizz
In a horseless carriage wid a nig.
Clucked to the mare
I war'n't nowhere

[repeat chorus]

[verse 3]
Last night in bed,
Dreamed I was dead,
Up de golden ladder I did rise
Met at de door
Chariot and four
Gabriel done took me by surprise.
Den down de street
Came Liz dead beat
Her wings she flapped
Wid a loud clap
And my golden horses up and shied.

[repeat chorus]