Lyrics - from Hillbilly Records

 

Transcribed from record by Craig Morrison
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Alphabetical by artist
Bentley Boys : Down on Penny’s Farm
Glosson, Lonnie : Lost John
Grayson and Whitter : Tom Dooley
Griffin, Buck : I
Can’t Keep My Wheels On The Ground

Harrell, Kelly, and The
Virginia String Band : My Name Is John Johanna

Poole, Charlie : White House Blues
Red Brush Rowdies : Hatfield-McCoy
Feud

Tanner, Gid, and the Skillet Lickers, with
Riley Puckett and Clayton McMichen : Soldier’s Joy

 DOWN ON PENNY’S FARM
by the Bentley Boys, 1929

this song was the inspiration for Bob Dylan’s "Hard Times in New York Town" and less directly his "Maggie’s Farm"

1) Come you ladies and gentlemen listen to my song
I’ll sing it to you right, but you might think it’s wrong
May make you mad, but I mean no harm
It’s just about the renters on Penny’s farm

CHORUS (repeats after every verse)
It’s a-hard times in the country
Out on Penny’s farm

2) You move out on Penny’s farm
Plant a little crop of ’bacco and little crop of corn
Come around and see you gonna flit and flot
’Til you get yourself a mortgage on-a everything you got

3) Hasn’t George Penny got a flattering mouth
Move you to the country in a little log house
Got no windows, put the cracks in the wall
He’ll work you all summer and he’ll rob you in the fall

4) You go in the fields you’ll work all day
Way after night but you get no pay
Promise to meat or a little bucket lard
It’s so hard to be a renter on Penny’s farm

5) Here’s George Penny he’ll come in town
With his wagon load of peaches, not-a one of them sound
Got to have his money or somebody’s check
Pay him for a bushel and you don’t get a peck

6) George Penny’s renters, they’ll come into town
With their hands in their pockets and their head hanging down
Go in the store and the merchant will say
"Your mortgage is due and I’m looking for my pay"

7) Down in his pocket with a trembling hand
"Can’t pay you all but I’ll pay you what I can"
Then to the telephone the merchant’ll make a call
He’ll put you on the chain gang [if you] don’t pay it all

 LOST JOHN
by Lonnie Glosson, 1947

reissued on Fifty Years of Country Music From Mercury, 3 CD box-set

1) Well the funniest sight I ever did see, was long Lost John from Bowling
Green
No hat on his head, no shoes on his feet, beggin’ the womens for his
bread and meat
One woman says “how much can you eat ?” 49 biscuits and a hunk
of meat
He’s long gone

2) Lost John went into a burlesque show, he got him a seat on the very
front row
The girls come out to do the dance, they hauled John away in an ambulance
He’s long gone

3) Lost John’s got a gal and her name is Liz, she’s not good lookin’
and an awful fizz
Got arms like a blacksmith, foot like a ham, dumb as a mule and from
Alabam’
Hump on her back, has one cork leg, wart on her neck as big as an egg
One eye’s green, the other is blue, her hair is false and her teeth
are too
He’s leavin’ home

4) Lost John standing on a railroad track, waitin’ for a freight train
to come back
Freight come along just skippin’ and a flyin’, he missed the cow catcher
and caught the blind
He’s long gone

TOM DOOLEY
by Grayson and Whitter, 1929


1) Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster, you known you’re bound to die

2) You took her on the hillside as God almighty knows
You took her on the hillside and there you hid her clothes

3) You took her by the roadside begged to be excused
Took her by the roadside where there you hid her shoes

4) Took her on the hillside to make her your wife
Took her on the hillside where there you took her life

repeat 1)

5) Take down my old violin and play it all you please
This time tomorrow it’ll be no use to me

repeat 1)

6) I dug her grave four feet long I dug it three feet deep
Threw the old clay over her and tromped it with my feet

repeat 1)

7) This world and one more then where do you reckon I’ll be
If it hadn’t been for Grayson I’d have been in Tennessee

repeat 1)

I CAN’T KEEP MY WHEELS ON THE GROUND
by Buck Griffin, 1963

1) I can’t keep my wheels on the ground
For they just keep turnin’ turnin’ round and round
My baby’s mad at me because I’m fancy free
and I can’t keep my wheels on the ground

2) Every evening when the neon lights go on
I start burnin’ rubber though I know I’m doing wrong
My baby’s buggin’ me but I’m still fancy free
and I can’t keep my wheels on the ground

3) I like my gal she’s as sweet as she can be
But she’ll never, get her claws into me
My baby’s mad at me because I’m fancy free
and I can’t keep my wheels on the ground

MY NAME IS JOHN JOHANNA
by Kelly Harrell and the Virginia String Band

 1) My name is John Johanna, I came from Buffalo town
For 9 long years I’ve travelled this wide wide world around
Through ups and downs and miseries and some good days I saw
But I never knew what misery was ’til I went to Arkansas

 2) I went up to the station the operator to find
Told him my situation and where I wanted to ride
Said hand me down 5 dollars, a ticket you shall draw
That’ll land you safely railway in the state of Arkansas

 3) I rode up to the station then chanced to meet a friend
Alan Catcher was his name although they called him Cain
His hair hung down in rat tails below his under jaw
He said he run the best hotel in the state of Arkansas

 4) I followed my companion to his respected place
Saw pity and starvation was pictured on his face
His bread was old corn dodgers, his beef I could not chaw
He charged me 50 cents a day in the state of Arkansas

 5) I got up that next morning to catch that early train
He said "don’t be in a hurry lad, I have some land to drain
You’ll get your 50 cents a day and all that you can chaw
You’ll find yourself a different lad when you leave old Arkansas"

 6) I worked 6 weeks for the son of a gun, Alan Catcher was his
name
He stood 7 feet 2 inches, as tall as any crane
I got so thin on sassafras tea I could hide behind a straw
You bet I was a different lad when I left old Arkansas

 7) Farewell you old swamp rabbits, also you dodger pills
Likewise you walking skeletons, you old sassafras hills
If you ever see my face again I’ll hand you down my paw
I’ll be lookin’ through a telescope from home to Arkansas

 Thanks to Catherine Yronwode (see her Blues
Lyrics and Hoodoo
website) and Stuart Filler for help on the lyrics. 
Stuart Filler adds : the swamp rabbit is "the largest member of its genus,
the cottontail family"—famous for the incident with Jimmy Carter, and
"sassafras is used for a tea...The highest concentration [of the plant]
occurs in Arkansas and Missouri."

WHITE HOUSE BLUES
by Charlie Poole, 1926

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Charlie Poole (with banjo)

1) McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doc said to McKinley, "I can’t find that ball"
From Buffalo to Washington

2) Roosevelt in the White House, he’s doing his best
McKinley in the graveyard, he’s taking his rest
He’s gone, a long, long time

3) Hush up little children, now don’t you fret
You’ll draw a pension at your papa’s death
From Buffalo to Washington

4) Roosevelt in the White House drinking out of a silver cup
McKinley in the graveyard, he’ll never wake up
He’s gone a long, long time

5) Ain’t but one thing that grieves my mind
That is to die and leave my poor wife behind
I’m gone a long, long time

6) Look here, little children, (don’t) waste your breath
You’ll draw a pension at your papa’s death
From Buffalo to Washington

7) Standing at the station just looking at the time
See if I could run it by half past nine
From Buffalo to Washington

8) Came the train, she’s just on time
She run a thousand miles from eight o’clock ’till nine
From Buffalo to Washington

9) Yonder comes the train, she’s coming down the line
Blowing in every station Mr. McKinley’s a-dying
It’s hard times, hard times

10) Look-it here you rascal, you see what you’ve done
You’ve shot my husband with that Iver-Johnson gun
Carry me back to Washington

11) Doc’s on the horse, he tore down his rein
Said to that horse, "You’ve got to outrun this train"
From Buffalo to Washington

12) Doc come a-running, takes off his specs
Said "Mr McKinley, better pass in your cheques
You’re bound to die, bound to die"

HATFIELD-McCOY FEUD
by the Red Brush Rowdies

 1) Up in the sticks where the politics were very much in vogue
the mountain roosters they run wild and the people talk of grog

 2) The story runs so it all begun with Satan’s smoke and fog
a love triangle was the first, then a razorback wild hog

 3) A son and daughter fell in love, the parents they made strife
she tried to elope but they brought her back she could not be his wife

 4) Election come with a little rum, made anger in their breast
they murdered one of their fellow men and laid him down to rest

 5) Was all in Dingle county, a little mountain state
in the hills of West Virginia where many met their fate

 6) The trouble grew until they drew their weapons and took aim
And many noble men they fell, the parties all were game

 7) For 20 years the blood and tears, they flowed until we see
a friend who stepped upon the scene, the son of Galilee

 8) In mountain shacks we hear the smack, congatulations paid
peace now is reigning in the hills, a marriage it was made

 9) A daughter fair and a son declare their vows so hand in hand
there has been born of noble blood a governor for our land

SOLDIER’S JOY
by Gid Tanner and the Skillet Lickers, with Riley Puckett and Clayton McMichen, 1929

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Gid Tanner and Riley Puckett of the Skillet Lickers

(spoken) "Well folks, here we are again the Skillet Lickers, red hot
and raring to go. Gonna play you another little tune this morning. Want
you to grab that gal and shake a foot and moan. Don’t you let them dance
on your new carpet, you make them roll it up."

1) Chicken in a bread tray scratchin’ out dough
Granny will your dog bite, no child no
Ladies in the center and gents catch air
Hold her Newt, don’t let her rare

2) Grasshopper sittin’ on a sweet potato vine (3x)
Along comes a chicken and says "you’re mine !"

3) I’m gonna get a drink, don’t you want to go (3x)
Hold on soldier’s joy

4) Twenty-five cents for the morphine, fifteen cents for the beer
Twenty-five cents for the morphine, they’re gonna take me away from here
 

CRAIG MORRISON
is an ethnomusicologist, teacher, author, and musician
based in Montreal, Quebec, Canada
7 Nights Music Communications, 2006