The Weavers' version is titled "You Old Fool". It's on The Weavers: Wasn't That a Time! (disc 2, track 19).

YOU OLD FOOL

I came home the other night as drunk as I could be
I saw a horse in the stable where my horse ought to be
I said to my wife, my pretty little wife
Explain this thing to me
What's this horse doing here in the stable
Where my horse ought to be?

Well, you old fool, you blind fool
Can't you plainly see
It's nothing but a milk cow
That my mother sent to me

I've traveled this wide world over
10,000 miles or more
But a saddle and a bridle on a milk cow
I never did see before
A saddle and a bridle on a milk cow
I never did see before

I came home the next night so drunk I could not see
There was a hat on the hat rack where my hat ought to be
I said to my wife, my pretty little wife
Explain this thing to me
What's this hat doing here on the hat rack
Where my hat ought to be?

Oh, you old fool, you blind fool
Can't you plainly see
It's nothing but a chamber pot
My mother sent to me

I've traveled this wide world over
10,000 miles or more
But a J.B. Stetson chamber pot
I never did see before
A J.B. Stetson chamber pot
I never did see before

I came home the next night as drunk as I could be
I spied some pants upon the chair where my pants ought to be
Well, I said to my wife, my pretty little wife
Explain this thing to me
What are these pants doing here on the chair
Where my pants ought to be?

Oh, you old fool, you blind fool
Can't you plainly see
It's nothing but an old dish rag
My mother sent to me

I've traveled this wide world over
10,000 miles or more
But cuffs and a zipper on a dish rag
I never did see before
But cuffs and a zipper on a dish rag
I never did see before

I came home the next night as drunk as I could be
And there was a head on the pillow where my head ought to be
I said to my wife, my pretty little wife
Explain this thing to me
What's this head doing here on the pillowcase
Where my head ought to be?

Oh, you old fool, you blind fool
Can't you plainly see
It's nothing but a melon
That my mother sent to me

I've traveled this wide world over
10,000 miles or more
But a mustache on a muskmelon
I never did see before
A mustache on a muskmelon
I never did see before

It's a good thing I'm not of a suspicious nature

For info on other recordings, see notes to "DRUNKARD'S SPECIAL" by Coley Jones.

~Masato