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FODDER (THE TURNIP PATCH) Sung by: Mrs. Mills Gammill Recorded in Timbo, AR, 7/30/53 Click here to listen to the original recording Tru-rah, tru-rah, fol de rodder. As I went down to the fodder stack, Fodder (spoken). As I went down to the fodder stack, To see if my little chickens they have hatched, Tru-rah-day. When I get back I'll tell you my dream, Tru-rah, tru-rah, fol de rodder. When I get back I'll tell you my dream, Fodder. When I get back I'll tell you my dream, Two little chickens and a tambourine, Tru-rah-day. As I went down to the turnip patch, Tru-rah, tru-rah, fol de rodder. As I went down to the turnip patch, Fodder. As I went down to the turnip patch, Coal-black nigger I did track, Tru-rah-day. I picked up a chunk, and I hit him on the snout, Tru-rah, tru-rah, fol de rodder. I picked up a chunk, and I hit him on the snout, Fodder. I picked up a chunk, and I hit him on the snout, Say, young man, you've missed your route, Tru-rah-day. As I went up that new-cut road, Tru-rah, tru-rah, fol de rodder. As I went up that new-cut road, Fodder. As I went up that new-cut road, A heavy team and a bulky load, Tru-rah-day. I popped my whip, and I hollered blood, Tru-rah, tru-rah, fol de rodder. I popped my whip, and I hollered blood, Fodder. I popped my whip, and I hollered blood, To make them leaders split that mud, Tru-rah-day. The bridle and the saddle hanging o'er the shelf, Tru-rah-tru-rah, fol de rodder. The bridle and the saddle hanging o'er the shelf, Fodder. The bridle and the saddle hanging o'er the shelf, If you want any more song, you can sing it yourself, Tru-rah-day. Also found in Randolph, Vol. III, #454, "The Turnip Patch." |
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