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Chicago Exhibition

One afternoon I thought I would go
To see the Great American show
Of which there was such a hallabou
Chicago Exhibition
I left a clerk to mind the store
A thing I had never done before
How long I would be I was not sure
But I thought it would take a week or more
So home i goes to my wife and I says
Business will take me away a few days
Tomorrow morning at six oclock
Im going to London (Landon?) to purchase stock
So call me at five for breakfast dear
And see my collars and shirts appear
Wrap them up so they will not crease
And pack them away in my new valise
When morning came it was pouring rain
I hustled around the cabin in vain
I tried to step on a passenger car
But I slipped and fell with an awful par
My new umbrella was knocked about
And turned completely inside out
But I wouldn’t a cared so much for that
If I hadn’t a tore my new silk hat
I also spoiled a suit of clothes
And tore the skin all of my nose
I fell in the mud on the broad of my back
My valise went flying across the truck
First it opened my collars and shirts
They went flying around the road in the dirt
When I got up I could hardly walk
But I managed to get down as far as the dock
The steamer was almost ready to go
In a minute or two the whistle blowed
I asked my ticket he answered No
Your not in a fit condition
Your a liar I roared as I jumped aboard
For Chicago Exhibition
And when I reached the famous fair
All kinds of people had gathered there
There was dutchmen with their sausage meat
And Italians playing out in the street
It was a dollar a piece for apple pies
They would do dam well for railraod ties
They had no fresh meat so they gave us a dish
Of slathery soup with turnip and fish
And after that great meal was done
I found that my watch and purse was gone
So up I jumped on the table quick
And I told the cashier that he would I thrash
If he didn’t immediately give me my cash
The table slipped and away I flew
And away went all the dishes too
A plate of soup my head went through
At Chicago Exhibition

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The Wreck of the Old 97

They gave him his orders
at Monroe Virginia
Saying Pete your away behind time
This is not 38 but its old 97
You must get her in Spencer on time

He turned around to his black greasy firemen
Saying shovel in a little more coal
And when we crais that wide Oak Mountain
You can watch old 97 roll

Its a mighty rough road from Linchheard to Danville
Its a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his average
And you see what a jump he made

He was going down grade making ninty miles an hr
When his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
And was scalded to death by the steam

Now ladies all you must take warning
And for this time now and all
never speak harsh words to your true love or husband
He may leave you and never return

The Little Red Caboose Behind The Train

While riding on the Band 6 from Phillie to N.Y.
And meditating as the train rolled by some happy thoughts came back to me
I’ll mention them to you
The thoughts of when I was a railroad boy
And if you will but listen I will tell you of the fun
That we had in sunshine snow or rain
 We all would get together round the cosy little fire
In the little re caboose behind the train

At night when we’d lay down to sleep upon our humble cots
We would always sing some old familar strain
And the angels they watch over us as we lay fast asleep
In the little red caboose behind the train

I was flagman on the train and did my duty well
And always kept the signals in good trim
Especially the red lights they were always in their place
All polished up and brightened was the tin
We also used to cook our meals and eat aboard the train
When our friends would join us we’d get rasin cane
We always had a pantry and we kept in neat and clearn
In the little red caboose behind the train

The boys all knew when pay day came
They were wathing for the car
And when they saw it coming up the grade
They waited for their wages then all would go to town
But the first thing they would see their board was paid
Then what a time the boys all had drinking lemonade
They would spend their money freely more to gain
but when they’d got a small sized bun you would see them steering off
For the little red caboose behind the train

 

Yoddling Cowboy

At the set of the sun when my work is done
On my pony I’ll take a ride
Where the cayout howls and the lone wolf prowels

We’ll go down that lonesome trail
Just galloping on
How I long to sing that Yodelling Cowboy Song

Where a man is a man and a friend is a friend
where all my cares and troubles end
We have no sorrow nothing but joy
Im just a yodelling cowboy

My cowboy life is so happy and free
Where the law don’t bother me
I treat my troubles just like a toy
Im just a yodelling cowboy

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

My Old Kentucky Home

The sunshines bright in the old Kentucky home
Tis summer the darkies are gay
The corntops ripe and the meadows in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folk roll on the little cabin floor
All merry and happy and bright
Bye by hard times comes a knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home goodnight

Weep no more my lady oh weep no more to day
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away

They hunt no more for the possom and the coon
On the meadow, the hill, and the shore
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon
On the bench by the old cabin door
The day goes by like a shadow o’re my heart
With sorrow where all was delight
A time has come when the darkies have to part
Then my old Kendtucky home good-night

The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the darkey may go
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugar cane grows
A few more days for to tote the weary load
No matter twill never be light
A few more days till me totter on the raod
Then my old Kentucky home good-night

F.M.M
Dec 2nd 1933

Everybody Works But Father

Every morning at six 0-clock
I go to my work
Overcoat buttoned up round my neck
No job would I shirk
Winter wind blows around my head
Cutting up my face
I tell you what I’d like to have
My dear old fathers place

Everybody works but father
And he he sits around all day
Feet in front of the fire
Smoking his pipe of clay
Mother takes in washing
So does sister Ann
Everybody works at our house
But my old man

A man named work moved into town
and father heard the news
Work so neart my father started
shaking in his shoes
Mister Work walked by my house
He saw with great surprise
My father sitting in his chair
With blinders on his eyes

At beating carpets father said
He smiply was immense
We took the parlor carpet out
And hung it on the fence
My mother said now beat it dear
With all your might and main
And father beat it right back
To the fireside again

F.M.M