The Trashing of the Car lyrics

- Ragtime

The Trashing of the Car lyrics

The Trashing of the Car

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


The Trashing of the Car
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