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DOWN IN UTAH While the workmen stopped in Denver, a fellow came to me Said he, Are you from Utah, and why are you so free? I smiled and said Young fellow, unless you break my jaw, I'm a Mormon man with residence in Utah. Well, we had it hot and heavy, we both were getting sick My eyes were getting black and blue, my lips were getting thick But I stayed with my young smarty, 'til he was working (?) raw And the battle fell in favor of old Utah. cho: So if you are from Utah, they'll often question you All about the hated Mormons, and really what they do Some have a bad opinion, while others pick a flaw They think we live on carrots down in Utah. Well I know I was a-sweating, and looking rather blue When a cop comes stepping up to me and says I'm onto you I smiled and looked upon him as he held me with his claw, And the battle fell in favor of old Utah. We rode along together, down to the City Hall There I met that feller, I scarcely knew at all The cop he said young fellow, to you I'll read the law And the battle fell in favor of old Utah. Adapted from a recording by Job Porter of Victor, Idaho, 1957 @Mormon filename[ DOWNUTAH XX oct97 |
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