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Seven Cent Cotton Forty Cent Meat

Seven cent cotton forty sent meat
How in the world can a poor man eat
Pray for the sunshine cause it will rain
Things getting worse drivin all insane
Built a nice barn painted it brown
Lightening came along and burnt it down
No use talkin any man’s beat with
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
Seven cent cotton a carload of tax
The loads too heavy for our poor backs
We got a set of farmers we all know well
But there’s something wrong sure as hell
We all work hard we groan and sweat
Now we plum ruined and a blowed up set
No use talkin any mans beat with
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat

No corn in the cob no chicks in the yard
No meat in the smokehouse no tubs full of lard
No cream in the pitcher no honey in the mug
No butter on the table and no lasses in the jug
Things to eat are always high
Everyone is selling no one will buy
We quit kickin the faults not our own
We just can’t reap where we have sown
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
keep gettin thinner cause we don’t eat
Tried to raise peas tried to raise beans
All we can raise is turnip greens
Folks always sick paw mus cough
Aint had no sugar since Ma dropped off
No use talkin any man’s beat with
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat

Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
How in the world can a poor man eat
Flour up high cotton down low
how in the world can we raise the dough
Our clothes worn our shoes run down
Old slouch had with a hole in the crown
Back nearly broken Fingers all wore
Cotton goin down to rise no more
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
Feels like a chain is on our feet
poor gettin poorer all around here
Kids coming regular every year
Plant corn was a wet year
Plant wheat and it turned a corn year
No use talkin any man’s beat with
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat

Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
Who in the devil has got a chance
We cant buy clothes we cant buy meat
Got too much cotton not enough to eat
Can’t help each other what shall we do
I can’t solve the problem so its up to you
Seven cent cotton and forty cent hose
Guess we will have to do with out our clothes
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
how in the world can a poor man eat
Mules in the barn and crops laid by
The [cubo] plum empty and the cows gone dry
Well waters low nearly out of sight
Can’t take a bath on a Saturday night
No use talkin any mans beat with
11 cent cotton and 40 c meat

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May I Sleep In Your Barn

The night it was dark and twas raning
When along came a tramp in the rain
He was making his way to some station
To catch out a long distance train

May I sleep in your barn tonight mister
It is cold lying out on the ground
and the cold north wind it is whistling
And I have no place to lie down

I have no tobacco nor matches
And Im sure that I’ll do you no harm
I will tell you my story kind mister
For it runs through my heart like a storm

It was three years ago last summer
I shall never forget that sad day
When a stranger came out from the city
And said that he wanted to stay

One day as I came home from my workshop
I was whistling and singing with joy
I expected a kind hearted welcome
From my sweet loving wife and my boy

But what should I find but a letter
It was placed in the room on the stand
And the moment my eyes fell upon it
I picked it right up in my hand

And this note said my wife and the strange
Had left and had taken my son
Oh I wonder if God up in Heaven
Only knows what that stranger has done

The Little Old Log Cabin

Im getting old and feeble now I cannot work no more
Ive laid the rusty bladed hoe to rest
Ole massa, and ole miss’s am dead dey’re sleeping side by side
There spirits now are ravin with the blest
De Scene am changed about the place the darkies are all gone
I’ll neber hear dem singing in de cane
And Im de only one dats left with this old dog of mine
And de little old log cabin in de lane

De chimneys fallin down and de roof am cavin in
I ant got long around here to remain
But de angels watches ober me when I lay me down to sleep
In dat little ole log cabin in de lane

It was a happy to me twas many years ago
When de darkies used to gather round de door
When de used to dance and sing at night I played the old banjo
But alas I cannot play it anymore
De hinges dy got rusted and de door has tumbled down
And de roof lets in the sunshine and de rain
And de only friend ive got now is this good old dog of mine
In de little ole log cabin in de lane

De footpath now is covered o’er dat led us round de hill
And de fences are all going to decay
And de creek is all dried up where we used to go to mill
De time has turned its cause de odder way
But I an’t got long to stay here and what little time I got
I’ll try and be contented to remain
Till death shall call my dog and me to find a better home
Than dat little ole log cabin in de lane

Laurena

Way down up the old plantation
Many years old massa used me as a slave
He had a yellow gal he called Laurena
And we courted where the wild banana’s wave
The moon shone bright on Laurena
As we sat and watched the coons among the corn
The possom played around the wild bananas
And the old owl he hooted like a horn

Oh Laurena Dear Laurena
Won’t you come won’t you come to me again
Oh Laurena Dear Laurena
Won’t you come¬†won’t you come to me again

For three long years weve been courtin
And then we joined together two as one
And with hard labor we suppored massa
And the happiness of life had just begun
But one day old massa sold Laurena
And I though that this poor darkies heart would break
And he sent her far away down to old virgina
And he left me to morn for her sake

For for long years we’ve been parted
And the thoughts of her had never left my head
Till one day massa read me a letter
Telling me that Laurena she was dead
Oh this darky knows her soul has gone to heaven
And no more will she suffer grief and pain
And a bright robe and crown to her will be given
And no more will she wear the darkies chain

When The Works All Done This Fall

A group of jolly cowboys discusing plans at ease
Says one I’ll tell you something boys if you will listen please
I am an old cow puncher and tho here Im dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and take on great big jogs
But Ive got a home boys a good one you all know
Although I haven’t seen it since very long ago
But Im going back to [Dixie] once more to see them all
I’m going to see my mother when the works all done this fall

After the round ups over after the shippings done
Im going straight home boys ere all my moneys gone
Ive changed my ways boys no more will I fall
And Im going home to mother when the works all done this fall
When I left my home boys my mother for me cried
She begged me not to go boys for me she would have died
Mothers heart is breaking its breaking for me thats all
So Im going to see my mother when the works all done this fall

That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard
The weather it was strong and raining very hard
The cattle they got frightened and rushed a wild stampede
The cowboy tried to herd them while riding at full speed
While riding in the darkness so loudly he did shout
The saddle horse did stumble and on him did fall
And he’ll not see his mother when the works done this fall

His body was so mangled
The boys all through him dead
They picked him up so gently and laid him on his bed
He opened wide his blue eyes and looking all around
He motioned to his comrads to sit near him on the ground
Boys send my mother my wages the wages I have earned
For Im afraid boys my last star that I have turned
Im going to a new range I hear my masters call
And I’ll not see my mother when the works all done this fall

Joe take my saddle Bill you take my bed
Pete you take my pistol after I am dead
Think of them kindly as you gaze up on them all
And give my love to mother when the works all done next fall
Poor Charlie was burried at sunrise no toombstone at his head
Nothing but a little board and this is what it said
Poor Charlie died at daybreak he died from a fall
And he’ll not see his mother when the works all done this fall

The Irishman’s Shanty

Did ye’s ever go into an Irishman’s shanty
Oh boys that’s the place where whiskey is plenty
Wid his pipe in his mouth there sits Paddy so free
No king in his palace is prouder than he

There’s a three-legged stool wid a table to match
And the door of the shanty is locked wid a latch
There’s a note feather mattress all bustin wid straw
For the want of a bed stead it lies on the floor

There’s a smug little bureau with out paint or gilt
Made of boards that were left when the shanty was built
There’s a three-cornered mirror that hangs on the wall
But ne’re a face has been in it at all

He has a pig in the sty and a cow in the stable
And he feeds them on scraps that is left from the table
They’d starve if confined so they roam at their ease [aiase]
And cam into the shanty whenever they plaise

He has three rooms in one kitchen bedroom and hall
And his [chist] it is three wooden pegs on the wall
Two suits of old clothes make his wardrobe complete
One to wear in the shanty the same on the street

There is one who partakes of his sorrows and joys
Attends to the shanty the girls and the boys
The kids he thinks more of their gold thats refined
But Biddy’s the jewel that’s set in his mind

The Lane County Bachelor

My name is Frank Bale an old bachelor I am
I’m keeping old batch on an elegant plan
You’ll find me out West in the county of Lane
Starving to death on a Government claim

My house it is build of the national sail
The walls are erected according to Hayle
The roof has no leak but is level and plain
And I always get wet when it happens to rain

But Hurrah! for Lane County teh land of the free
Home of the grasshopper bed bug and flee
I’ll sing loud her praises and boast of her fame
While starving to death on a Government claim

How happy am I when I crawl into bed
And a rattlesnake rattles his tail at my head
And the gay little centipide foil of all fear
Crawls over my pillow and into my ear

And the nice little building so cheerful and bright
Keeps me up scratching full half of the night
And the gay little flee with toes sharp as a tack
Plays why don’t you catch me all over my back

But Hurrah for Lane County the land of the West
Where the farmers and ranchers are always at rest
Where youve nothing to do but sweetly remain
And starve like a man on your government claim

Cowboy Jack

There was a lonely cowboy
With a heart so brave and true
And he learned to love a maiden
With eyes of heavens own blue

They learned to love each other
And had named their wedding day
When a quarrel came between them
And Jack he rode away

He joined a band of cowboys
And tried to forget his name
But out on the lonely prairie
She waits for him the same

Your sweetheart waits for you Jack
Your sweetheart waits for you
Out on the lonely prairie
Your sweetheart waits for you

One night as work was finished
Just at the close of day
Someone said sing a song Jack
I will drive our cares away

As Jack began his singing
His thoughts they wondered back
And he sang about a maiden
Who waited for her Jack

He left the ranch next morning
Breathing his sweethearts name
He would go and ask forgiveness
For he knew he was to blame

But when he reached the prairie
He found a new made mound
And his comrades told him
They’d laid his loved one down

They said as she was dying
She breathed her sweetheart’s name
And with her last breath told them
To tell him when he came

Your sweetheart waits for you Jack
Your sweetheart waits for you
Out on the lonely prairie
Under the skies of blue

The Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys Im not turning
Im headed for a land that far away beyond the crystal fountain
So come with me and we’ll go and see the big rock candy mountain

In the big rock candy mountain there’s a land thats fair and bright
Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the box cars are all empty and there’s sunshine every day
And the birds, and the bees and the cigarette trees, and the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the big rock candy mounain

In the big rock candy mountain all the cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmers trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh Im bound to go where there aint no snow where they hung the truck
Who invented work in the big rock candy mountain

In the big rock candy mountain you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks
Where the breakmen have to tip their hats and the rail road hulls are behind
There’s the lake of stew and of whikey too
You can baddle all around them in your big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

The Tenderfoot

Thought one spring that just for fun, Id see how cowpunching was done
And when the round up had begun I tackled a cattle king
Says he my foreman is in town
Hes at the Plaza his name is Brown
If you see him he will take you down
Says I thats just the thing

We started for the ranch next day
Brown sugared me most all the way
He said that punching was only play
That it was no work at all
That all you had to do was ride
Twas only drifting with the tide
The son-of-a-fun oh how he lied
He certainly had his gall

He put me in charge of a cowyard
And told me not to work to hard
That all I had to do was guard
The horses from getting away
I had one-hundred and sixty head
I sometimes wished that I was dead
When one got away Browns head turned red
And there was the devil to pay

Sometimes one would make a break
Across the prarie he would take
As if running for a stake
It seemed to them but play
Sometimes I couldn’t heard them at all
Sometimes my horse would catch and fall
And Id shoot on like a cannon ball
Till the earth came in my way

They saddled me up on an old grey back
With two set fasts on his back
They padded him down with a gunny sack
And used my bedding all
When I got on he left the ground
went up in the air and turned around
And I came down on busted the ground
I got an awful fall

They picked me up and carried me in
And rubbed me down with an old stick pin
Thats the way they all begin
Your doing well says Brown
And in the morning if you don’t die
I’ll give you another horse to try
Oh say can’t I walk says I
Says he yes back to town

I have travelled up and I have travelled down
I’ve travelled this country round and round
Ive lived in the city and Ive lived in town
And I’ve got this much to say
before you try cowpunching kiss your wife
Take a heavy insurance on your life
Then cut your throat with a carving knife
for it easier done that way