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HARD CIDER SONG
Crockett Family Mountaineers, 1929.
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At the mill where they made sweet cider, I made sweet love to you.
The mill-wheel was turning, and my heart was yearning
For one kiss, the sweetest I knew.
On the hill from the old town chapel, those evening bells did chime.
I'll always remember that golden November,
Sweet cider time when you were mine.

Sipping cider through a straw,
That's how I got my mother-in-law.
She sipped first and I sipped last,
But she sipped the most 'cause she sipped so fast.
Sipping cider through a straw,
That's how I got my mother-in-law.
She sipped first and I sipped last,
But she sipped the most 'cause she sipped so fast.

Purtiest girl I ever saw, he high hoe, he high hoe,
Sipping cider through a straw, he high, he high hoe.
Purtiest girl I ever saw,
Sittin' on the banks of the Arkansas,
Sipping cider through a straw, he high, he high hoe.

The purtiest girl I ever saw
Was sipping cider through a straw.
Now cheek to cheek and jaw to jaw,
We sipped that cider through a straw.
And now I've got a mother-in-law
From sipping cider through a straw,
And sixteen kids all call me pa
From sipping cider through a straw.

At the mill (at the mill) where they made sweet cider, I made sweet love to you.
The mill-wheel was turning, and my heart was yearning
For one kiss, the sweetest I knew.
On the hill (on the hill) from the old town chapel, those evening bells did chime.
I'll always remember that golden November,
Sweet cider time when you were mine.