...you're in luck jeff...it's raining mullet and scallops in Tallahassee and I am home singing and playing...here's your song...
Wagon Yard

I am a jolly farmer, last night I came to town
With a wagon load of cotton I'd worked the whole year round
Well I put my team in the wagon yard and bought me a bottle of gin
I went out to see the 'lectric lights and watch the cars roll in
I met a dude out on the street the clock was strikin nine
He said come on here hayseed won't you have a drink just fine
Well I must have bought a dozen drinks it hit my pocketbook hard
I wished I'd bought me a half pint and stayed in the wagon yard
Now I'm a deacon in the hardshell church way down in possum trot
When the sisters hear about my spree it's bound to make 'em hot
I went out on a party I lived in haystack hill
When I got back that gang had gone and left me all the bills
I found them on the corner by the soul salvation hall
That drunken bunch was out there singing Jesus save us all
Well I made my bed in the wagonbox and lord that fiddle was hard
I wish I'd bought me a half pint and stayed in the wagon yard
Come listen to me farmers I come to talk with sense
If you want to see them 'lectric lights look right over the fence
Don't monkey with them city ducks you'll find them slick as lard
Just go and buy you a half pint and stay in the wagon yard...

harpgirl