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THE STATE OF MISSOURI Sung by: W.P. Detherow Recorded in Batesville, AR, 6/25/52 Click here to listen to the original recording A comical story I'll surely unfold. I went to Missouri when I was twenty years old, Way down, down, way down, dirty down. I stopped at a place to stay all night; My breakfast and supper, I thought it all right. The table was set and the knickknacks spread; It was hoecake and hominy and a possum's head. Way down, down, way down, dirty down. When supper was over and all had fed On hoecake and hominy and a possum's head, The straw was stirred and the sheepskin spread. "And now," says the old man, "We'll all go to bed." Way down, down, way down, dirty down. I went to bed expecting some ease; I scarce could sleep for the lice and the fleas. The lice, they did bite and the fleas, they did crawl; It was enough to aggravate any human at all. Way down, down, way down, dirty down. I rolled and I tumbled all the night; I kicked them and I cuffed them with all my might. I scarcely could scratch them as fast as they'd bite, Way down, down, way down, dirty down. Now, old Missouri, I'll bid you farewell, Go back to Arkansas where I used to dwell, Where the girls was all rarin' and tearin' their hair For the loss of a true love when I left there. Way down, down, way down, dirty down. |
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