Here's the Haywire Mac parody from 1930:

CAN I SLEEP IN YOUR BARN TONIGHT MISTER?

“What do you want?”

Can I sleep in your barn tonight, mister?
For the weather is not so warm,
And I just thought I’d drop in and ask you
Oh please, can I sleep in your barn?

I have no matches upon me,
For a smoke I have no desire.
And if I sleep in your barn tonight, mister
I’ll not set the hay on fire.

O my pappy he left me his money,
And he left me the old mountain farm,
But I wandered away from the city,
And I’d sure like to sleep in your barn.

In the stock I soon put all my money,
Smoked cigars just as long as your arm,
Bought a house and a big automobile:
Now I’d sure like to sleep in your barn.

When the stock market took all my money,
My pretty young wife run away
With a slick-headed saxophone player
That worked in a gay cabaret.

And last week he wrote me a letter
To my home in my old mountain shack,
Saying, “Nellie your darling still loves you,
And tomorrow I’m bringing her back.”

Now I have no matches upon me,
I will not do your cows any harm,
But now that you’ve heard my sad story,
Now please may I sleep in your barn?

“No”

Haywire Mac McClintock, Victor 40264, July 1930

Jon Bartlett