Collected by Esther Mayberry Transcribed by M. C. Parler For M. C. Parler
Fred Smith Bentonville, Ark. June 30, 1961
Reel 394, Item 3
My name it is Joe Bowers,
I have a brother Ike,
All the way from old Missouri,
And all the way from Pike,
I'll tell you how it happened Add how I came to roam,
And to leave my poor old mother So far away from home.
I used to court a girl there,
Her name was Sally Black,
I asked her for to marry me,
She said it was a whack,
She said to me, "Joe Bowers,
Before we hook for life,
You ought to get a little home To take your darling wife."
I worked both late and early, Through rain and sleet and snow, I's workin'for my Sally,
It'as all the same to Joe.
One day I got a letter,
It came from my brother Ike,
All the way from old Missouri And all the way from Pike.
It said that Sal was false to me, Her love for me had fled,
It said she'd married a butcher And the butcher's hair was red.
And more than that the letter said, It was enough to make me swear,
Said Sally had a baby And the baby had red hair.
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