Almost forgot there's one on Art Thieme's CD, "The Older I Get, The Better I Was" that I really like called "BYE & BYE":

Oh the time of the year that I like best
The time when the mule walks round the press
Gals put on their gingham dress, bye & bye
The leaves are red, and the ground is cold
The sap's gonna rise, so I've been told
We don't care if the frost is coming, bye & bye.

Down the road come an old tarheel
On his back a sack of meal,
By his side an old hound dog, bye & bye
Well he'd trade the meal and the hound dog, too
For a kiss from the gal that's dressed in blue
Prettiest gal he's ever seen, bye & bye.

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Well folks come from here and there
Folks come from everywhere
The old mule keeps going round, bye & bye
Well they come for to dance, come for to sing
Come for to make the rafters ring
Come for the cane and they come for the sorghum, bye & bye

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Well folks come from all around
Wagon tracks tearing up the ground
Come for the cane and they come for the spark, bye & bye
So we build a fire 'neath the old iron pot
Cook up the cane 'til it's boiling hot
In the dark we'll steal a kiss, bye & bye.

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