Oh! Mister Railroad Man Won't You Take Me Back To Alabam'? Year 1914 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Stanley Murphy Music by Henry I. Marshall Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York & Detroit

First Verse This afternoon at four a knockin' at my door, Came the letter carrierman With a letter in his hand, That came from Birgmingham, way down in Alabam' And it was full of love and kisses From the gal who's goin' to be my Missus; Oh, oh, oh! That's why I want to go where the Southern breezes blow. Second Verse Oh, Mister, look a here! oh, Mister, look a here! Can't you see just how it reads! Says I've got the love she needs! Just notice how she pleads, just see her pleadin' Cause she says she's tired of livin' lonely And she's longing just to have me only; Oh, oh, oh! That's why I've come to you in your uniform of blue. Chorus Oh Mister Railroad man! Won't you take me back to Alabam; 'Way down to Birmingham, Alabam', To the sweetest gal what am! And when the snow is falling in the Northern clime I'll be pickin' cotton in the bright sunshine. Oh Lordy! good, kind, Mister Railroad Man! Take me back to Alabam!

Down Among The Sheltering Palms Year 1915 < Click here to listen ! > Words by James Brockman Music by Abe Olman Leo Feist Inc. Feist Building New York

First Verse I', way down East, down East, And my heart is pining, pining for you, You're way out West, out West, And my soul is craving, craving for you, I love you so, Just you, I know, It takes six days to go there with a train, Just one week more, and I'll be with you again. I long to be Second Verse When I was South, down South, There I saw some pretyy, pretty places, When I was North, way North, I saw many, many pretty faces, not one so fair, None could compare, There's only one place way out in the West, And you are there, where with you I long to rest. I long to be Chorus Down among the sheltering palms, O honey, wait for me, O honey, wait for me; Meet me down by the old Golden Gate, Out where the sun goes down about eight, How my love is burning, burning, burning, How my heart is yearning, yearning, yearning to be down among the sheltering palms, O honey, wait for me!

The Garden In Our Back Yard Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Jeff Branen Music by James Brockman James Brockman Music Pub. Co. 145 W. 45th St. New York City

First Verse Out in our town everybody there, Even to the Mayor Tries to do his share Teachers, Preachers, digging everywhere We're as busy as can be One old soldier close to ninety three, With a shovel on his shoulder said to me. Second Verse I've bean told I'm going to propose, To a girl named Rose Little turnip nose, Radish hair and freckles, I suppose, I have bought a carrot ring. Rosie, Rosie, Just the proper thing, I can cauliflower to breakfast, lettuce sing. Chorus You ought to see the little garden in our back yard, It's like a farm in Illionis With turnips and tomatoes Cabbage and potatoes 'Twould fill your little heart with joy The boys are figthing in the trenches you know what that means That's why I'm working mighty hard I'm goin' to raise a little army of "Navy beans" In our backyard. Chorus 2 You ought to see the little garden in our back yard, It's where the old barn used to stand The cows are in the kitchen All of us are itchin' To cultivate that strip of land The prices going going up is the groc'ry man's yarn But really I don't give a darn We've got a bushel of potatoes but no more barn, In our back yard.

Not Yet Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > Lyrics by P.G. Wodehouse Music by Jerome Kern T. B. Harms Co.

First Verse I cannot see What need there can be, For any other people in the world but you and me. Yes, go where we may, They get in our way: I wishe we could contrive it Now and then to get a word in private! Second Verse Each time I start to pour out my heart, Some tactless person comes along and we are driven apart. Life might be, my pet, A lovely duet; But all these folks who bore us Seem to think that we require a chorus. Chorus Oh dear! won't it just be splendid In the time that's coming soon, When, this weary waiting ended, We start our honeymoon None near us to see or hear us The whole wide world we will forget Oh, what joy to stay in your arms all day But not yet um-m Not yet.

Holy Yumpin Yiminy Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > By Bernie Grossman, Nat Vincent & Ed. Morton. Joe Morris Music Co. 145 W. 45th St. New York City

First Verse A simple Swedish girl was Hilda, When she landed here, But in one short year, She learned our ways and everything, She got a beau named Yonnie Yonson, Since she left the boat, She sent his picture to the folks back home, On the back of it she wrote. Second Verse Now if you look at Yonnie's picture, you might think he's slow, But he seems to know, 'Bout cows and dogs and everything, And when you talk about my Yonnie, you speak of the best, I found out lots of things about that boy, He's so different from the rest. Chorus Holy Yumpin' Yiminy How my Yonny can love, When he kisses me, oh what yoy, makes me feel so oh! by Yiminy! He bane my sweet Papa, I bane his Turtle dove, He no bane much on reading books, And he bane worse when it comes to looks, but holy Yumpin Yiminy, how my Yonnie can love. Chorus 2 Holy Yumpin' Yiminy How my Yonny can love, When he kisses me, oh what yoy, makes me feel so oh! by Yiminy! He bane my sweet Papa, I bane his Turtle dove, He's yust as clumsy as can be, but when he sits me on his knee, , but holy Yumpin Yiminy, how my Yonnie can love.

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