Coll. by Mitchell
Transcr. by Parler
Stay in the Wagon Yard
I'm a good old country farmer,
Lasst t night I came to t own,
And brought two bales of cotton,
Whichmakes the whole year round;
I put my team in the wagon-yard,
Andtook me a glass of gin ,
Cane Hill, Ark.
March 30, 1950
Reel 17-18, Item 13
I went out to see the electric lights
And watch the cars come in.
Now, listen to me farmers,
For I'm a-gonter talk with sense
If you want to see the electric lights,
Lookright over the fence.
Don't you monkey with the city chaps,
For they're as slick as lard,
You can go out in the daytime,
But at night stay in the yard.
I met a young man on the street,
Clocks were striking nine
He said, Old Hayseed, Howdy-do,
Have a glass of wine.
I took a dozen • •
Which struck my pocket hard,
I wish I'd a-got me a half-pint now
And stayed in the wagon-yard .
I lost a Ten at walnut shells ,
A Five at Faro-buck:
They call me hayseed gilly
And post-oak tenderfoot.
One night I slept in the mortar box,
Lord , my pillow was hard,
I wish I'd a-had my money back,
And sleep in the wagon-yardo
I'm a deacon in the Baptist church
Down on Possum Trot
If them sisters findit out
You bet they'll amke it hot.
But when a country deacon comes to town
HHee hcaapnp geon shotron e fiannad taell pardsisters
He inthe wagon
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