Collected by Max Hunter (H-12)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Arlie Lynch
Route 5, Rogers, Arkansas
August 13, 1958
Reel 255-56, Item 24
Little Yellow Gal
There's a little log cabin way down in Tennessee,
Where the morning glories twine around the door;
There's a little yellow gal, she's a-waiting there for me,
She's been my lady friend a year or more.
When we were ninapickees*very long ago
We used to play together on the sand;
Every Sunday evening as the sun was setting low,
I'd tell her, as I held her little hand:
Honey, you more than one,
Be cast and be gized upon
Give me your little brown hand;
We'll live on pork and kisses
If you will be my misses,
Honey, does you love your man?
She's the prettiest little darkie that I ever run across,
I dream most about her every night;
She's the color of a saddle on a sorrel race horse,
Couldn't love her any more if she was white.
I'm saving up my money for to marry her
And I'll quit fooling with the dice;
Every penny that I get I take and give to her
And then I have to tell her once or twice:
* Probably "pickanny"
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