Whoa Back, Buck

Whoa back Buck - gee by the lamb
Who made the back band - whoa goddamn

18, 19--20 years ago
Took my gal to the country store
Took my gal to the country store
Buy m' pretty little gal little calico

Me and my gal walkin' down the road
Her knees knock together playin' "Sugar In The Gourd"
Sugar in the gourd and the gourd in the ground
If you want a little sugar got to roll the gourd around

My old man's good old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel

Papa loved mama - mama loved men,(three times)
Mama's in the graveyard and papa's in the pen

I gee to the mule but the mule wouldn't gee, (3 times)
So I hit him side the head with the single tree

I haw to the mule wouldn't haw, (3 times)
So I broke his back with my mother-in-law

(The above are the verses Art Thieme used to sing.)
Also recorded by Guy Carawan and Leadbelly

Eastbound train on the westbound track
Westbound train on the eastbound track
Both those trains were running fine
But what a terrible way to run a railroad line!
Cho

Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul
You steppin on my cotton, say, one and all
Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb
You steppin on my cottobn like you don't give a damn
I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul
Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo

Took my gal to the party-o
She sat on a steeple
She let a fart and broke my heart
And all over the people
Tell my wife when you go to the hills
I"m here workin at the sorghum mill

Last year was a good crop year
And everybody knowed it
Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn
And some damn rascal stole it
I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul
I'm rowdy all around my red asshole