Coll. by Parler Mr. Albert Sallee
Vian, Oklahoma April 20, 1960
Reel 364, Item 7
My name it is Joe Bowers,
I have a booth r Ike,
I came from old Missouri
All the way from Pike,
I'll tell you why I left there
And why I came to roam
To leave my poor old mother
So far away from home.
I used to court a girl there Her name was Sally Black I ask her if she'd have me She said it was a whack
Says she to me, Joe Bowers,
Before we hitch for life,
You better git you a little home To keep your little wife.
0 Sally, 0 Sally
O Sally, for your sake, l"ll go to Californy And try to make a stake.
I went sown upon the boulders Just like a thousand brick,
Went down upon the borders Just like a thousand brick.
I worked bothe late and early In both rain, sleet, and snow,
I was working for my Sally,
It was all the same for Joe.
One day I had a letter From my dear old brother Ike,
It came from old Missouri All the way from Pike,
It said that Sal had got married to a butcher And the butcher had red hair,
And more than that the letter said Twas enough to make me swearm Sally had a baby And the baby had red hair.
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