C - Blowhole Buskers

Jimmy Crackcorn
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(C) When (F)I was young I used to wait
[C] On master and (G7)hand him his plate,
And (F) pass the bottle when he got dry,
And (G7)brush away the [C] blue tailed fly.
CHOR: [C] Jimmy crackcorn, and (G7)I don't care,
Jimmy Crackcorn and [C] I don't care,
Jimmy Crack [C7] corn and (F) I don't care,
My (G7) master's gone [C] away.
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And (F)when he'd ride in the afternoon,
[C] I'd follow after with a(G7) hickory broom;
The (F)being like to shy
When (G7)bitten by the [C] blue tailed fly!
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One (F)day he ride around the farm,
[C] The flies so numerous, (G7)they did swarm.
On (F)chanced to bight him on the thigh;
The (G7)devil take the [C] blue tailed fly.
The (F)pony run, he jump, he pitch;
[C] He threw my master (G7)in the ditch.
He (F)died, the jury wondered why,
The (G7)verdict was the [C] blue tailed fly.
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They (F)laid him under a 'simmon tree;
[C] His epitaph is (G7)there to see;
Beneath (F)this ston I'm forced to lie.
A (G7)victim of the [C] blue tailed fly.