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The Trashing of the Car Lyrics
CONKLIN
Running away, nigger?
COALHOUSE
I am going to find a policeman.
If anyone touches my car before I return, he will answer to Coalhouse.
CONKLIN
Tell him Fire Chief Will Conklin sends his regards!
BOOKER T. WASHINGTON
We must exhibit patience.
Self-control. Forbearance. And dwell above hatred and acts of cruelty.
CONKLIN
Come on, fellas, let's roll her into the pond and see if she floats!
SARAH
Come on, Coalhouse. Come on. It doesn't matter.
[Thanks to Stephanie Safko for lyrics]
Last Update: December, 05th 2013
Ragtime Lyrics
- Act 1
- Prologue: Ragtime
- Goodbye, My Love
- Journey On
- The Crime of the Century
- What Kind of Woman
- A Shtetl Iz Amereke
- Success
- His Name Is Coalhouse Walker
- Getting' Ready Rag
- Henry Ford
- Nothing Like the City
- Your Daddy's Son
- The Courtship
- New Music
- Wheels of a Dream
- The Night That Goldman Spoke at Union Square
- Gliding
- The Trashing of the Car
- Justice
- President
- Till We Reach That Day
- Act 2
- Entr'acte Lyrics
- Harry Houdini, Master Escapist
- Coalhouse's Soliloquy
- Coalhouse Demands
- What a Game
- Fire in the City
- Atlantic City
- Buffalo Nickel Photoplay, Inc.
- Our Children
- Harlem Nightclub
- Sarah Brown Eyes
- He Wanted to Say
- Back to Before
- Look What You've Done
- Make Them Hear You
- Wheels of a Dream (reprise)
- The Ragtime Symphonic Suite Lyrics