When I git down my banjo
Des to pick a tune or so,
Tobin ’gin ter pat de flo’
Wid his feet.
He don’t neber heah me play
In de night-time or de day,
But he sho gwine ac’ dat way
Wid his feet.
En he pat, now fas’, now slow;—
Easy now, den loud, he go,
Keepin’ time ter my banjo
Wid his feet.
En who ever heah dat coon
Allers say, en dat right soon:
“He kin play a purty tune
Wid his feet.”

He kin make mo’ music, sho,
Dan I kin wid my banjo
When he pat de cabin flo’
Wid his feet.