The Coons Are All A-dreamin - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Coons Are All A-Dreamin Copyright, 1894, by White-Smith Music Publishing Co. Words and Music by Percy Gaunt. 
There ain't a coon for miles around who, when he gets to bed, Won't dream of "gigs "and "saddles" till he's almost lost his bead. The "top row" in the policy is what he wants to get, And fifty for his nickel is the size of his swell bet. Ah! 
Chorus. All the coons are sweetly dreamin', dreamin' how to play"Git yer nickel, honey"; when they strike it hear their screamin', Screamin' their happy hours away. 
There's the "money" and the "water" gig, the "rent" gig on the third, And "two, eleven, twenty-two" is when you've killed a "bird"; And then there is "Kentucky Row" And the "row" they all adore; It's when they strike the "apple"-"Four, eleven, forty-four"-ah!- Chorus.