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Whiskey ‘for breakfast

Early one day the sun wouldn’t shine
I was walking down the street not feeling too fine
I saw two old men with a bottle between ‘em
And this was the song that I heard them singing

Lord preserve us and protect us,
We’ve been drinking whiskey ‘fore breakfast

Well I stopped by the steps where they was sitting
And I couldn’t believe how drunk they were getting
I said “old men, have you been drinking long?”
They said “just long enough to be singing this song”

Lord preserve us and protect us,
We’ve been drinking whiskey ‘fore breakfast

Well they passed me the bottle and I took a little sip
And it felt so good I just couldn’t quit
I drank some more and next thing I knew
There were three of us sitting there singing this tune

Lord preserve us and protect us,
We’ve been drinking whiskey ‘fore breakfast

One by one everybody in the town
They heard our ruckus and they all came down
And pretty soon all the streets were ringing
With the sound of the whole town laughing and singing

Sourwood Mountain

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Sourwood Mountain

From Brad Leftwich. Round Peak Style Clawhammer Banjo. Words from Tommy Jarrell. Key A

Chicken crowing on Sourwood mountain
Hey, ho tum-a-diddle-um-a-day
So many pretty girls that you can’t count them
Hey, ho tum-a-diddle-um-a-day

Big dog bark, little one’ll bite you
Hey, ho tum-a-diddle-um-a-day
Big gal kiss, little one’ll fight you
Hey, ho tum-a-diddle-um-a-day

Soldiers Joy

Soldier’s Joy
Old Time

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Part B
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Soldiers Joy

Love somebody, yes I do.
Love somebody, yes I do.
Love somebody, yes I do.
Love somebody, but it ain’t you.

I am my mama’s darling boy
I am my mama’s darling boy
I am my mama’s darling boy
Sing a little song called “Soldier’s Joy”

and the chorus

15 cents for the morphine
25 cents for the beer
15 cents for the morphine
Now get me out of here.

Grasshopper sittin’ on a sweet potato vine
Grasshopper sittin’ on a sweet potato vine
Long comes a frog and says he’s mine

15 cents for the morphine, 15 cents for the beer
15 cents for the morphine, gonna carry me way from here
Oh, my Soldier’s Joy

I am my mama’s darling child
I am my mama’s darling child
I am my mama’s darling child
And I don’t care for you.

Skillet Lickers version:

25 cents for the morphine, 15 cents a beer
25 cents for the morphine, gonna take me away from here

Love somebody, yes I do
And I want somebody for to love me too.
Love somebody, yes I do
Oh that soldiers joy.
or as Joe Thompson sings it:

Love somebody yes I do,
For the bible tells me so!

Court all night, sleep all day
Court all night, sleep all day
Court all night, sleep all day
That’s the solider’s joy they say

I am my mother’s pride and joy
I am my mother’s pride and joy
I am my mother’s pride and joy
Play a little tune called solidier’s joy

15 cents for the morphine
25 cents for the beers
15 cents for the morphine
Gonna roll right out of here

Soldiers Joy From: Skillet Lickers on Hell Broke loose in Georgia. County

Rock the cradle Lucy, rock the cradle high
Rock the cradle Lucy, don’t let that baby cry

Rock the cradle Lucy, rock the cradle long
Rock the cradle Lucy, keep that baby warm

The Cofer Brothers on Georgia fiddle bands volume 2 has slight variant to first verse:

Rock the cradle Lucy, don’t you close your eyes
Rock the cradle Lucy, don’t let that baby cry

From Taylor’s Kentucky Boys. On Wink the Other Eye

Love somebody, yes I do, love somebody, yes I do
Love somebody, yes I do, love somebody and I won’t tell who

From Skillet Lickers on County volume 1

Chicken in the bread tray scratching up dough
Granny will your dog bite, no sir no

Grasshopper sitting on a sweet potato vine
Grasshopper sitting on a sweet potato vine
Grasshopper sitting on a sweet potato vine
Along comes a chicken and says you’re mine

I’m gonna get a drink, don’t you want to go
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25 cents for the whisky?

From Brad Leftwich. Round Peak Style Clawhammer Banjo. Words from Tommy Jarrell. Key A

I love somebody, yes I do (3x)
And I bet you five dollars you can’t guess who

I’m gonna get a drink, don’t you want to go? (3x)
Hold on soldiers joy

Grasshopper sitting on a sweet potato vine (3x)
Along comes a chicken, says you are mine

Twenty-five cents for the morphine
Fifteen cents for the beer
Twenty five cents for the morphine
Gonna carry me away from here

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Police

Police

Police come, I didn’t want to go this morning (2x)
Police come, I didn’t want to go
Shot him in the head with my 44 this morning

Two little children lying in the bed,this morning (2x)
Two little children lying in the bed
One rolled over to the other and said, it’s morning

Bullfrog jumped from bank to bank, this morning (2x)
Bullfrog jumped from bank to bank
Skinned his whole back from shank to shank,this morning

I know something I ain’t gonna tell is morning (2x)
I know something I ain’t gonna tell
I want to go to heaven in a coconut shell this morning

Great big fellow laying on a log this morning (2x)
Great big fellow laying on a log
Finger on the trigger and his eye on a hog, this morning

Down went the trigger and bang went the gun this morning (2x)
Down went the trigger and bang went the gun
Wish I had a wagon to haul him home this morning

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Little Sadie

Little Sadie ( Bad Lee Brown, East St. Louis Blues, Late One Night, Penitentiary Blues) From Colm Daly

Went out one night to make my rounds,
Met little Sadie and I blowed her down.
I run right home and I went to bed,
A forty-four smokeless under my head.

I began to think what a deed I’d done,
Grabbed my hat and away’d I run;
Made a good run, just a little too slow,
They overtook me in Jericho.

Standin’ on the corner, ringin’ a bell
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville;
Says, “Young man, is your name Lee Brown?
Remember the night you blowed Sadie down?”

“Yes, Oh yes, my name is Lee
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree,
First degree and the second degree,
Got any papers, you can read ‘em to me.”

Took me downtown and dressed me in black,
Put me on the train and they sent me back.
Had no one to go my bail,
Crammed me back into the county jail.

Judge and the jury they took their stand,
Judge had his papers in his right hand,
Forty-one days, forty one nights,
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes.


Little Sadie From Freighthoppers. Where’d You Come From, Where’d You Go. Rounder CD 0403. From Doc Watson. Key A. AEAE.

I went out last night, to make a little round,
I met little Sadie and I shot her down.
Then went back home, got into bed,
A forty-four pistol under my head.

I got up next morning, ‘bout half past nine
The coaches and the buggies all waiting in line
The pimps and the gamblers, standing around
They’re gonna carry little Sadie to her burying ground
Break
I got to thinking about what a deed I’d done,
I grabbed my hat and away I run;
I made a good run, but a little too slow,
They overtook me in Jericho.

I was standin’ on a corner, reading a bill
When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville;
Said, “Young man, aint your name Brown?
Remember the night you shot Sadie down?”

Break

And I said “Yes sir, but my name is Lee
And I shot little Sadie in the first degree,
First degree or the second degree,
If you got any papers, won’t you read ‘em to me.”

And then they took me downtown, and dressed me in black,
They put me on a train and started me back.
All the way back to that Thomasville jail
And I had no money for to go my bail,

Break

Then the judge and the jury they took the stand,
The judge had the papers in his right hand,
Forty-one days, and forty one nights,
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes. (repeat first verse)

Little Sadie From Tommy Jarrell. Rainbow Sign County CD 2725. Key A AEAE

I was out, a making my rounds
I met little Sadie and I shot her down
Shot her down, shot her down
I met little Sadie and I shot her down

I went on home, I went to bed
A forty four pistol under my bed
Under my bed, under my bed
A forty four pistol under my bed

Got up next morning, about half past nine
The hacks and the hearse were getting to form in line
Reporters and the cameras all crowding around
To carry little Sadie to the burying ground

I was a little slow in making my go
The sheriff overtaken me in Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
The sheriff overtaken me in Jericho

Standing on the corner, didn’t mean any harm
Police come up and they got me by the arm
Got me by the arm, got me by the arm
Police come up and they got me by the arm

Say Young masn, is your name Brown
Are you the man shot Sadie down
Shot her down, you shot her down
Shot little Sadie, you shot her down

Yes sir, yes sir my name is Lee
And I shot little Sadie in the first degree
First degree, first degree
I shot little Sadie in the first degree END

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Sally in the garden

Sally in the Garden
Old Time

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Hog Eye Popes Arkansas Mountaineers. Key of A

Chicken in the bread tray, pecking that dough (or kicking up dough)
Sally will your dog bit, no sir no
(then straight into)
Chorus 1: Sallys in the garden, sifting, sifting
Sally’s in the garden, sifting sand

Sally’s in the garden, sifting, sifting
Sally’s in the garden sifting sand
Chorus 1: Sally’s in the garden sifting, sifting
Sally’s upstairs with the hogeye man

Sally’s in the garden, sifting, sifting
Sally’s in the garden sifting sand
Chorus 1. Sally’s in the garden sifting, sifting
Sally’s upstairs with the hogeye man

Sally will your dog bite, no sir, no
Daddy cut his biter off a long time ago
Chorus 2 Sally’s in the garden sifting sand
Sally’s upstairs with a hog-eyed man

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