I dedicate the song "In Coontown" by C. J. Trahan, a.k.a. 'Johnny Rebel' to: the so-called 'jewess' actress (& whore) E. R. Wood; all unrepentant White gals (& guys) past, present, & future who have kissed/are now kissing/will kiss negroes on the mouth; as well as the non-aristocratic, non-racialist/racist so-called 'acquaintance' of E. R. Wood on this site whose name I will not even both to mention so as to deny her the pleasure--all of whom should, IMO, be confined by LAW to 'Coontown.'P.S.--If you have no idea what 'Coontown' is, visit the American South...such 'towns' are not too hard to find, especially in the 'Black belt.'
In Coontown
by C. J. Trahan, a.k.a. 'Johnny Rebel'
If you smell somethin' funny
when ya' walk down the street,
You're in Coontown.
You look and see garbage
all over the street,
You're in Coontown.
Up and down the street,
there ain't nothin' but trash.
A nigger girl's tryin',
ta' get a nigger boy's cash.
Then ya' even see a spook,
with a big mustache in Coontown.
On the corner there's a nigger,
with a drink in his hand,
That's Coontown.
Tryin' to bum a nickle
from whoever he can,
In Coontown.
Now don't be surprised,
you can make a bet,
If ya' go back tommorah'
he'll be there yet.
He's tryin' ta' get drunk,
and drunk he's gonna' get,
In Coontown.
(solos)
Niggers never bother
'bout goin' ta' work,
in Coontown.
They seem ta' think
that work is for jerks,
outta' Coontown.
He don't do nothin',
but sleep and doze.
He don't wake until his eyes
are tired a bein' closed.
It's halfa' day's work
for him to scratch his toes,
In Coontown.
It amazes me to see
the way they live,
in Coontown.
They do all the takin',
while we have ta' give
ta' Coontown.
The Whiteman (nightman?) worries,
the nigger don't care,
Cause at the end of the month
his check'll be there.
Every nigger makes his livin'
off the ole' welfare,
in Coontown.
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