Walking Down Canal Street
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"Walking Down Canal Street" is an awesome old drinking song
from Roaring Twenties
New York.
There are variations and additional impromptu
verses.
Max Hunter collected a version of this song from Charles Varley on January 19, 1967 in Hope, Arkansas (See here). This recording is now at on the Southern Missouri State University website online archive of the Max Hunter Collection.
Walking down canal street
Knock on every door
Goddamn son of a bitch
I couldn't find a whore
I finally found a whore
She was rather thin
Goddamn son of a bitch
I couldn't get it in
I finally got it in
Worked it all about
Goddamn son of a bitch
I couldn't get it out
I finally got it out
It was wet and sore
The moral of this story is
To never fuck a whore
Six weeks later
I went for a piss
Goddamn son of a bitch
She gave me syphilis!
Nine months later
I'd forgotten what I did
Goddamn son of a bitch
She brought me home a kid!
Drinking song
A drinking song is a song sung while drinking alcohol. Most drinking songs are folk songs, and may be varied from person to person and region to region, in both the lyrics and in the music...
from Roaring Twenties
Roaring Twenties
The Roaring Twenties is a phrase used to describe the 1920s, principally in North America, but also in London, Berlin and Paris for a period of sustained economic prosperity. The phrase was meant to emphasize the period's social, artistic, and cultural dynamism...
New York.
There are variations and additional impromptu
Impromptu
An impromptu is a free-form musical composition with the character of an ex tempore improvisation as if prompted by the spirit of the moment, usually for a solo instrument, such as piano...
verses.
Max Hunter collected a version of this song from Charles Varley on January 19, 1967 in Hope, Arkansas (See here). This recording is now at on the Southern Missouri State University website online archive of the Max Hunter Collection.
Lyrics
Each line is usually first sung by the lead singer, then repeated by the group.Walking down canal street
Knock on every door
Goddamn son of a bitch
I couldn't find a whore
I finally found a whore
She was rather thin
Goddamn son of a bitch
I couldn't get it in
I finally got it in
Worked it all about
Goddamn son of a bitch
I couldn't get it out
I finally got it out
It was wet and sore
The moral of this story is
To never fuck a whore
Six weeks later
I went for a piss
Goddamn son of a bitch
She gave me syphilis!
Nine months later
I'd forgotten what I did
Goddamn son of a bitch
She brought me home a kid!