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Thread #78973   Message #4142847
Posted By: GUEST,finetunes
29-May-22 - 09:42 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: 'Uncle Bud' Obscene Southern US Song
Subject: Lyr Add: UNCLE BUD (Bob Miller)
I'm surprised that it hasn't been mentioned but there is a version written by Bob Miller and recorded by Billy Jones & Tampa Blue Jazz Band (Pseudonym for Joseph Samuels Jazz Band) in 1921 and then again by Leona Williams in 1922. This is the same Bob Miller who wrote many country classics of the 30's - Seven Years with the Wrong Woman, When the White Azaleas Start Blooming, Rocking Alone in an Old Rocking Chair, and Driftwood on the River.

Uncle Bud – Tampa Blue Jazz Band version

Uncle Bud so they all do tell
knows just how to make moonshine well,
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Uncle Bud.

When he’s mad why we clear the wall
so we’ll have a good place to fall
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Uncle Bud.

Uncle Bud sure can step ‘em high,
gals all love him just hear them cry
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Uncle Bud.

If Mack Sennett saw that gal of mine,
I’d own his bathing beach in a little time,
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Uncle Bud.

Little drum/drunk Saul?? you’ve waited long,
now you’re admired by a waiting throng
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Uncle Bud.

McCormack sings well and always will,
but my wife’s voice is better still,
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Uncle Bud.


Uncle Bud = Leona Williams version

Some folks say Uncle Bud is slow
but I laugh because I know
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy Bud.

He like whiskey he like rye
and won’t drink corn cause it’s full of lye,
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy Bud.

The sun comes east, the sun sets west,
I know who makes moonshine the best
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy Bud.

I like coffee, I like tea,
I know a man who thinks the world of me
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy Bud.

Some folk say he was born a fool
but he’s got better sense than manicure a mule
Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Bud. . . Uncle Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy Bud.