I's gwine home, won't be long,
Gwine home, sure's you bo'n;
I's gwine home, won't be long,
Got dem Wes' Indies blues!
Got me grip and trunk all packed,
The ship, I's gwine take her;
Say good-bye to Charleston Town,
I's gwine to Jamaica. (CHO)
Dem Charleston folks eat alligator meat,
Fried wi' rice and taters;
Bestes' eatin' I ever did have
Was monkey hips an' tomaters. (CHO)
Now when I gets ter Kingston Town,
Gonna hang around the water;
Make me livin', sure's you bo'n,
Diving after quarters. (CHO)
An' when I gets ter Kingston Town,
Gwine get meself a carriage;
Roll on down ter Sally's house
An' make a Creole marriage. (CHO)
So good-bye, dear ol' Charleston Town,
Me packet sail termorrer;
Good-bye, all yo's dance hall gals,
I leave you without sorrer. (CHO)2X
