When I was young I used to wait On master and hand him his plate Pass him the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blue-tail fly
Chorus = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care My master's gone away = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
When he would ride in the afternoon I'd follow him with my hickory broom The pony being rather shy When bitten by the blue-tail fly
Chorus
One day he rode around the farm Flies so numerous that they did swarm One chanced to bite him on the thigh The devil take the blue-tail fly
Chorus
Well the pony jumped, he start, he pitch He threw my master in the ditch He died and the jury wondered why The verdict was the blue-tail fly
Chorus
Now he lies beneath the 'simmon tree His epitaph is there to see "Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie The victim of the blue-tail fly"
Another bug song..... I don't like Spiders and Snakes by Jim Stafford