Stevensville Blues As sung by Bill Jackson in Arvin, California 1941Voices from the Dust Bowl STEVENSVILLE BLUES My name is old Bill Stryker I was not raised in town For nineteen years and over I rambled this world round Ate corn-bread and molasses Slept on a naked hill Didn't know what sufferin' was Till I came to Stevensville. Landed there December Nineteen and seventeen Landed on Clear Boggy That good old runnin' stream Down came a walking skeleton A-clamberin' down the hill And he asked me into his hotel The best in Stevensville. I was to rise next morning To catch an early train Says, "Young man, you'd better stay, We have some land to drain Give you a dollar and a half a day, Pay board and washing bills You'll find yourself a different kid When you leave old Stevensville." He fed me on corn dodgers As hard as any rock Till my teeth began to loosen My knees began to knock I got so poor and skinny I couldn't climb a hill Indeed, I was a different kid When I left Stevensville. They fill my heart with pity As I roam up and down the brook To see them old Stevensville boys With turtles on their hook Them being scarcely able To drag 'em up the hill To help support the tables In the homes of Stevensville. Page image 0002 If you want to know him C. T. Walls is his name Down in his boots He's tall as any crane His hair hangs down in rat-tails His clothes he doesn't fill He is the best one Of the gents of Stevensville. Goodbye to the old swamp angels The cane-brakes and the hills Goodbye to Mr. Walls The boss of Stevensville If ever I see that place again I says to S. M. Dill It'll be through a mighty telescope Far off from Stevensville.
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