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wagon yard Grandpa Jones
1. I wa[G]s a jolly farmer, last nig[C]ht I come to tow[G]n,
To b[G]ring a bale of cotton, I'd wo[A]rk the whole year r[D]ound,
Put[G] my team in the wagon yard and got[C] some mountain dew[G],
I w[G]ent out to see the electric lights and t[D]ake in a party or t[G]wo.
1a I m[Em]et a dude out on the street, the clock was a'striking nine,
He sa[A]id come in old hayseed, have a drink, it's f[D]ine,
Well, I m[G]ust a'bought a dozen, it h[C]it my pocketbook a'h[G]ard,
I wis[G]hed I'd a bought me half a pint and st[D]ayed in the wagon y[G]ard.
2. Now listen to me you farmers, I'm a'here to talk some sense,
If you want to see them electric lights, just look over your back
fence,
And when you farmers come to town, just stay right with your pard,
Go get yourself a half a pint and stay in the wagon yard.
3. The next dern time I come to town, loaded to the gills,
I'll watched them dudes like chicken hawks that circles around the
hills,
I'll keep my money in my jeans and forever be on guard,
I'll get myself a half a pint and stay in the wagon yard.
3a And when that dude, he comes around for me to buy him booze,
I'll hit him in the head so quick he'll feel it in his shoes,
He'll think he's met a wildcat, I'll hit that dude so hard,
He'll wish I'd a'bought me half a pint and stayed in the wagon yard.
-- Chuck Crawford, Toronto
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