There's a Boat Dat's Leavin' Soon for New York

Oh, God

They're gonna make him look on Crown's face

Ha ha ha

Sister, that cripple ain't goin' be no witness now

They gonna lock him up in jail

Lock him up?

Not for long, Sportin' Life

Not for long

May be one year, may be two year, may be

Just like I told you

Ain't nobody home now but Bess and old Sportin' Life

Ha ha

But cheer up, sister

Old Sportin' Life givin' you the stuff

To scare away them lonesome blues

Happy dust

I ain't want none of that stuff, I tells you

Take that stuff away, Sportin' Life

Take it, take it

That's the thing, ain't it?

And 'member, there's plenty more where that comes from

Listen

There's a boat that's leavin' soon for New York

Come with me

That's where we belong, sister

You and me can live that high life in New York

Come with me

There we can't go wrong, sister

I'll buy you the swellest mansion

Up on upper Fifth Avenue

And through Harlem we'll go struttin'

We'll go a-struttin'

And there'll be nothin'

Too good for you

I'll dress you in silks and satins

The latest Paris styles

And all your blues you'll be forgettin'

You'll be forgettin'

There'll be no frettin'

Just nothin' but smiles

Come along with me, that's the place

Don't be a fool, come along, come along

There's a boat that's leavin' soon for New York

Come with me

That's where we belong, sister

That's where we belong!