Abraham Jefferson Washington Lee : you ain't goin' to pick no fuss out of me / words by Andrew B. Sterling music by Harry Von Tilzer

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Von Tilzer, Harry, 1872-1946. “Abraham Jefferson Washington Lee : you ain't goin' to pick no fuss out of me / words by Andrew B. Sterling music by Harry Von Tilzer.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17133. Accessed 11 Oct. 2024.

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TitleAbraham Jefferson Washington Lee : you ain't goin' to pick no fuss out of me / words by Andrew B. Sterling music by Harry Von Tilzer
SubjectPopular music -- 1901-1910
Songs with piano
DescriptionFor voice and piano
Caption title: Library copy lacking cover
CreatorVon Tilzer, Harry, 1872-1946
SourceSheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University
PublisherNew York : Harry Von Tilzer
Datecirca 1906
ContributorSterling, Andrew B., b. 1874, Lyricist.
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FormatSheet music
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IdentifierSMC 00006
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17133
Alternative TitleFirst line of text: Look here let me ask you something Mister Lee
Date Modified2015-07-20
Referenceshttp://maurice.bgsu.edu:80/record=b2230999~S9
VERSE 01: Look here let me ask you something Mister Lee,/What you mean by always finding fault with me?/I try to do the best I can for you,/ indeed I do;/Can it be you're looking for a good excuse,/ Got another gal and wants to turn me loose?/ Just let me tell you now a thing or two you know is true./ Who sat up all night when you were sick a bed,/ nearly dead,/ held your head;/ 'Member how that mustart plaster stuck to you,/ That's just the way that I'll stick too:
CHORUS: Abraham Jefferson Washington Lee,/ Well you ain't goin' to pick no fuss out of me,/ I was always so good to you,/ Then you called me your honey Lulu,/ Once it was lovey, and dovey, and pet,/ Now a roast and a toast is the best I get,/ Abraham Jefferson Washington Lee,/ Well you ain't goin' to pick no fuss out of me.
VERSE 02: Yesterday I saw you out with Mandy Brown,/Driving in a moving van around the town;/ I saw you buy an ice cream sandwich too,/ for shame on you;/ I goes out a scrubbing for you ev'ry day,/ you goes out a riding all my coin away,/ Then kick 'cause I don't feed you a chicken stew that's what you do./ 'Member what I told you on our wedding day,/ I'll obey,/ have your way;/ I'd believe you if you told me black was red,/ I'd stand for anything you said:
Original Format1 score (5 p.) 31 cm