Burl Ives - Blue Tail Fly Lyrics
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Blue Tail Fly
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What Are The Lyrics For Blue Tail Fly By Burl Ives?
"I've heard it said
That this song was a favourite Of that very famous and great American Abraham Lincoln" When I was young, I used to wait On master and give him his plate And pass him the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blue tail fly Jimmy, crack corn, I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care My master's gone away And when he'd ride in the afternoon I'd follow after, with a hickory broom The pony being rather shy When bitten by blue tail fly Jimmy, crack corn, I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care My master's gone away One day, he ride around the farm The flies so numerous, they did swarm One chanced to bite him on the thigh The devil take the blue tail fly Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care My master's gone away The pony run, he jumped, he pitch He threw my master in the ditch He died and the jury wondered why The verdict was the blue tail fly Jimmy, crack corn, I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care My master's gone away They lay him under a 'simmon tree His epitaph is there to see "Beneath this stone, I'm forced to lie Victim of the blue tail fly" Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care My master's gone away |
Who Wrote Blue Tail Fly By Burl Ives?
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