Collected by Jimmie Morris
Mary Celestia Parler; Timbo, Ark.
Transcribed by N November 5, 1954
Reel 214, Item 3
Dry And Dusty
("This is old 'Dry and Dusty.' By the way, 'Dry
and Dusty' is an old fiddle tune, but it was a song—
as most of the old fiddle tunes were--before it was
ever a fiddle tune. And I have a little incident to
tell about this 'Dry and Dusty.' My wife's uncle,
who was Fiddling Bill Goodman, had a fiddle. And it came
a cyclone one time and blew all their houses away. And
they all claimed they could hear that old fiddle going
through the air playing 'Dry and Dusty.' Anyhow, he
never would play the fiddle anymore.")
Chorus: Dry and dusty, dry and dusty,
Oh, bring me a drink to the middle of the road;
Dry and dusty, dry and dusty,
I can't see a thing for the dust in the road.
I'd give my wife a cow and a calf,
For I ain't had a drink in a day and a half,
And if I don't find me a drink pretty quick,
I'm a-going down the road to the forks of the crick.
I shot my gun at the top of the hill,
And I whooped and I hollered like a blue whip-poor-will,
but I could not find me a dad-burned thing
But an old dead dat in the middle of the spring.
I saw that cow make a track in the ground,
And I fell to my knees and I looked all around,
But I could not see but one little sup,
And my tongue was so dry that I couldn't lap it up.
When I got home with my tongue a-hanging out,
And my lips so dry that I couldn't make a shout,
And I thought, Oh, Lord, I'm a-going to hell,
When I saw that hole in the bottom of the well.
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I fell down flat, and my old woman said,
"You're drunk as a bat, and you're out of your head,"
She-drug me out to a big mud hole,
And, I thank the Lord, she saved my soul.
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