"Spoken: Now folks, I'm going to tell you what love is.
Love's something comes over a man just before
marriage and leaves him immediately afterwards."
This morning I left the hotel, t'was about half past nine
I counted all the money in these pants pockets of mine
Oh, my room rent was nine dollars, my meals that much more
I bid fare thee well to the keyhole in the door
As I walked out in the city, for to take a little stroll
I met a beautiful little girl, just as green as a cotton boll
Oh, her face was fair and handsome, her cheeks was like a rose
I says ain't you as sweet as the natural flower that grows
She was very timid and backward, when she stopped to talk with me
But says, "I thank you so much, for complimenting me"
Oh, she wore a beautiful red dress all neatly trimmed in blue
Her hair and her slippers just matched her complexion too
She stepped right on the street car, for to take a little ride
I set right down beside her, and asked her to be my bride
Oh, she said she's engaged to another, this story I'd heard before
I decided I'd live a bachelor, and never make love no more
Sweetly the tones are falling
Open the door for me
If thou would heed my calling
I will abide with thee
