Here's the version from Wheeler's Steamboatin' Days (cited in the Traditional Ballad Index).

Uncle Bud

Oh, Uncle Bud goin' down the road,
Haulin' women by the wagon load.

CHORUS
Uncle Bud, Uncle Bud, Uncle Bud, Bud, Dog-gone it, Uncle Bud.

Up he slipped an' down he fell,
Mouth fell open like a mussel shell.

He passed by here, an' sweepin' low,
Forgot his bottle an' overcoat.

Some of these mornin's, it won't be long,
I'll leave this town blowin' my horn.

Way down yonder where I come frum,
Feed them niggers off hard, parched corn.

Growed so tall, growed so fat,
Swelled up big, couldn't wear a hat.

Some folks say Uncle Bud wuzn't aroun',
It's a goddam lie, he's leavin' town.

Some folks say Uncle Bud wuz dead,
It's a goddam lie, he ought to be in bed.

Worked in the summer an' all the fall,
Now winter caught me in blue overalls.

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