D A
When I was young I used to wait
D
On master and hand him his plate
D7 G
Pass him the bottle when he got dry
A D
And brush away the blue-tail fly
D A
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D7 G
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
A D
My master's gone away
D A
When he would ride in the afternoon
D
I'd follow him with my hickory broom
D7 G
The pony being rather shy
A D
When bitten by the blue-tail fly
D A
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D7 G
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
A D
My master's gone away
D A
One day he rode around the farm
D
Flies so numerous that they did swarm
D7 G
One chanced to bite him on the thigh
A D
The devil take the blue-tail fly
D A
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D7 G
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
A D
My master's gone away
Well the pony jumped, he start, he pitch
He threw my master in the ditch
He died and the jury wondered why
The verdict was the blue-tail fly
D A
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
D7 G
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
A D
My master's gone away
Now he lies beneath the 'simmon tree
His epitaph is there to see
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
The victim of the blue-tail fly"
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