Collected by Bud Whetstone And Joe Bessenbacher Transcribed by M. C. Parler
Jane Wood Fayetteville, Ark May 14, 1961
Reel 415, Item 1
The Fellow Who Looked Like Me
In sad despair I wonder,
My heart it is filled with woe,
And in my grief I ponder,
What to do I did not know,
For cruel fate has on me frowned,
And trouble there seems to be,
For another feller in this here town Is just the image of me.
Chorus: Oh, wouldn't I like to find him? Wherever he might be
Oh, wouldn't I give him particular fits, The feller that looked like me?
One day I started with a lady,
To a Central Park to go,
When a man grabbed me by the arm,
Saying, "Pay this bill you owe."
In vain I said, "I know you not."
But he would not let me be.
Till the crowd came around and the bill I paid Of the feller that looked like me.
One night I went a-courting A girl as dear as life,
When in stepped Mrs. Baker,
Saying, "Brown, where is your wife?"
In vain I said, "I'm a single man,
But married I'd like to be."
They called me swindler and they kicked me out Forthe feller that looked like me.
One night I started walking,
Through a narrow street up town,
When up stepped a policeman,
Saying, "I've caught you, Mr. Brown.
This is twice you have escaped,
Take care, you'll never get free,"
He took me down and he locked me up For the feller that looked me.
Chorus.The Fellow Who looks Like Me Reel 415, Item 1 Continued
I was tried next day, found guilty too, And about to be taken down,
When in stepped another policeman,
With the right criminal, Mr. Brown.
They locked him up and they set me free, He was a sight to see,
The ugliest feller I ever did see,
Is the feller that looked like me.
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