Pick Poor Robin Clean by Luke Jordan Lyrics
Chorus:
You better pick poor robin clean
Pick poor robin clean
I picked his head, I picked his feet
(Would have) I picked his body, but it wasn't fit to eat
You'd better pick poor robin clean
Pick poor robin clean
But I'll be satisfied having your family
Get off my money and don't get funny
'Cos I'm a nigger, don't cut no figure
Gamblin' for Sadie, she is my lady
I'm a hustlin' coon that's just what I am
Chorus
Well didn't that jaybird laugh
When he picked poor robin clean
Picked poor robin clean, poor robin clean
Didn't that jaybird laugh
When he picked poor robin clean
Well I'll be satisfied having your family
Chorus
Well if you have that girl of mine
Gonna have your ma, your sister too (two)
Your auntie three
If your great-grandmammy do the shivaree (?)
I'm gonna have 'em all
I'll be satisfied having the family
Chorus
Text from the book:
“O well they picked poor Robin clean
O well they picked poor Robin clean
Well they tied poor Robin to a stump
Lawd, they picked all the feathers round
From Robin’s rump
Well they picked poor Robin clean.” (193)
You better pick poor robin clean
Pick poor robin clean
I picked his head, I picked his feet
(Would have) I picked his body, but it wasn't fit to eat
You'd better pick poor robin clean
Pick poor robin clean
But I'll be satisfied having your family
Get off my money and don't get funny
'Cos I'm a nigger, don't cut no figure
Gamblin' for Sadie, she is my lady
I'm a hustlin' coon that's just what I am
Chorus
Well didn't that jaybird laugh
When he picked poor robin clean
Picked poor robin clean, poor robin clean
Didn't that jaybird laugh
When he picked poor robin clean
Well I'll be satisfied having your family
Chorus
Well if you have that girl of mine
Gonna have your ma, your sister too (two)
Your auntie three
If your great-grandmammy do the shivaree (?)
I'm gonna have 'em all
I'll be satisfied having the family
Chorus
Text from the book:
“O well they picked poor Robin clean
O well they picked poor Robin clean
Well they tied poor Robin to a stump
Lawd, they picked all the feathers round
From Robin’s rump
Well they picked poor Robin clean.” (193)