Oh, Pa, you should have shot her while you had a chance. Oh, yeah. Put her out of her misery. What I should have done was found my medicine jug and give her a little of that. That's true. It always gave you a kick in the pants. Oh, yes, it did.
When I was young I used to wait On Master and give him his plate And pass the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blue-tailed plot 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 When we'd ride in the afternoon I'd follow with my hickory broom The pony being rather shy When in by the blue-tailed fly, Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care, Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care, Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care. My master's gone away, And Quinn went right around the farm. The flies about him flicked its swan, The polly witch was very shy. When in by the blue-tailed fly, Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care, Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care, Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care. My master's gone away.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
