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OLE SLEW FOOT
(Howard Hausey - Eddie Manney)

« © '59 Cave Music »



[ With June Carter and Family ]

High on the mountain what do I see

There's bear tracks bear tracks lookin' back at me

You better get your rifle boys before it's too late

That bear's got a little pig and headed for the gate

He's big around the middle and he's broad across the rump

Runnin' ninety miles an hour takin' forty feet jumps

Ain't never been caught he ain't never been treed

Some folks say he looks a lot like me

[ banjo ]

Well I got me some money and I got me some bees

And they started makin' honey way up in the trees

I chopped down the trees cause my honey's all gone

Old Slew Foot's done made himself at home

He's big around the middle...

Some folks say he looks a lot like daddy

[ banjo ]

Winter's comin' on and it's forty below the river's froze over so where can he go

I'd get me a rifle boys and run him in the well

Then I shoot him in the bottom just to hear him yell

He's big around the middle...

Some folks say he looks a lot like my Johnny

lets all have a drink cheers 2 meeting new friends & having lots of fun

Looks better to me....all I know is that the song has been around for a long time! My uncle has always played it on his guitar....

I'll cheers to that Stars!!

now let get the tickle monsters after all the kids

Because I'm living in a material world and I am a material girl.

LHB ~ Your a material girl? LOL....or you sing that around the campfires....?

OK now you've done it...

John Barleycorn - the way Traffic played it...mmmmmm

(traditional) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-q4LvXZNOuI

There were three men came out of the west
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.

They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.

They let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from Heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all.

They've let him stand till Midsummer's day,
Till he looked both pale and wan.
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man.

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist,
Serving him most barbarously.

They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him through the heart
And the loader, he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart.

They've wheeled him around and around a field,
Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn

They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller, he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.

And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots
without a little barley corn...