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There are gaps in my transcription:


TENNESSEE JUBILEE
As recorded by Uncle Dave Macon, June, 1929, Brunswick 355.

SPEAKING: Well, well, folks, I'm feeling fine. Just eat a hearty dinner. Now I'm going to give you something that's round here: An old Tennessee jubilee. But before I sing you the piece, I have a cousin lives down in Rutherford County, Tennessee. She's a woman. And her brother was telling me about her swappin' a dry cow for an old second-hand Ford car last summer, and she learned to run it pretty well in the wheat fields after they got done thrashing, and she decided she'd go into the city on Saturday, but she drove out to the highway and the traffic was so thick, she backed out, and decided to go in at night. So when she did drive in, the first thing she done, she run over the signal line. And the traffic officer stopped her. And there she was, and she stuck her head out the window and said, "What's the matter?" The traffic gentleman says, "Why, you haven't got your dimmers on." She says, "Lord, Lord! I reckon I have. I put on ever'thing Mam laid out for me to wear 'fore I left home."

And she says, "Who is you, anyhow?" He says, "I'm the traffic jam man, ma'am." Says, "Well, I'm mighty glad you told me. Mam told me to fetch her a quart. Have it ready for me as I go out, will you, please?" Ha-ha-ha-ha!

SINGING: Well, it's me and my doney was a-ridin' of a pony,
She in front and me behind the ...
... she'd always ...
She thinks I'm workin' but I ain't doin' nothin'.
Turkey in the hay, ha-ha! ha-ha-ha!

...a tune called Turkey in the straw.

Well as I went down the old state field,
A black snake grabbed me by my heel.
Said I started runnin' but I do my best
To run my head in a hornet's nest

Turkey in the hay, ah-ha-ha
...
...a tune called Turkey in the straw.

UNKNOWN VOICE, SPEAKING: Uncle Dave, you a awful old man to be a-cuttin' up that-a-way.

DAVE, SPEAKING: Yes, but listen, Bud—

SINGING: It's nobody's business, nobody's business
Nobody's business what I do.

Backbone, that's sausage meat,
Hog head and pickled feet,
Nobody's business what I eat. No!
Nobody's business, nobody's business,
Nobody's business what I do.

She buys the gasoline.
I crank the old machine.
Nobody's business what I do.