Classic Poem

Skin man's hollering
passing right by my door
Well the skin man's hollering
passing right by my door
Well he's hollering “Skin”
every where he goes

Some begs a nickel
some, some begs a dime
Some begs a nickel
some, some begs a dime
Some begs the jelly to that
teasing brown of mine

Well it's skins oh skins
skin: skin-skin-skin
Well it's skins and skins
skin: skin skin
I'm going away old skin, but I'm
coming back again

Oh skin man
standing by your door
Lord I saw the old skin man come
passing by your door
And they holler “Skins”
every where they go

Let me tell you
what the skin mens'll do
Oh let me tell you
what the skin mens'll do
Well they sell your wife skins and
take her away from you