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When I was young, I used to wait |
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On the boss and give him his plate |
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And pass him the bottle when he got dry |
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And brush away the blue tail fly |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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My master's gone away |
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And When he would ride in the afternoon |
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I'd follow after, with a hickory broom |
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The pony being rather shy |
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When bitten by blue tail fly |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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My master's gone away |
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One day, he ride around the farm |
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The flies so numerous, they did swarm |
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One chanced to bite him on the thigh |
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The devil take the blue tail fly |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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My master's gone away |
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The pony run, he jumped, he pitch |
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He threw my master in the ditch |
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He died and the jury wondered why |
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The verdict was the blue tail fly |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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My master's gone away |
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They lay him under a 'simmon tree |
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His epitaph is there to see |
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"Beneath this stone, I'm forced to lie |
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Victim of the blue tail fly" |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care |
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My master's gone away |
