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LONG CORN DODGER (WE'RE ALL DODGING) Sung by: Neal Morris Recorded in Mountain View, AR 8/20/59 Click here to listen to the original recording He's a long corn dodger, And the doctor, he's a dodger, And he's a dodger, too. He'll go to see his patients and give a dose of pills And the next thing you know, He's a-dodging for his bill. Chorus: And it's all a dodger; It's a long corn dodger, And it's all a dodger-- That's the way with the world. Well, the lawyer, he's a dodger; He's a long corn dodger, And the lawyer, he's a dodger, And he's a dodger, too. He'll plead your case And he'll wish you well, And the next thing you know, Wish you in - - - -. (Chorus) Well, the young girl's a dodger; She's a long corn dodger, And the young girl's a dodger, And she's a dodger, too. She'll spend every time With the powder and the paint To make a boy think He's a-getting what he ain't. (Chorus) And the old maid's a dodger; She's a long corn dodger, And the old maid's a dodger, And she's a dodger, too. She'll spend every time A-primping and a-painting. If she can't catch a beau, She'll catch a spell of fainting. (Chorus) Well, the boys, they're a dodger; They're a long corn dodger, And the boys, they're a dodger, And they're a dodger, too. They'll go to see the girl, And they'll tell that they love her, And the next thing you know, They're a-dodging for another. (Chorus) And the Baptist, he's a dodger; He's a long corn dodger, And the Baptists they's a dodger, And they're a dodger, too. They'll drink their wine And liquor, too. They'll drink it all up And say, "There hain't none for you." (Chorus) And the Methodist's a dodger; They're a long corn dodger, And the Methodist a dodger, And they're a dodger, too. They'll talk about Hell And Heaven on high, And the next thing you know, They're a-dodging for the pie. (Chorus) And a Campbellite's a dodger; He's a long corn dodger, And a Campbellite's a dodger, And he's a dodger, too. He's got his religion, And he don't know where he got her, And he'll swear the way to Heaven Is through a hole of water. (Chorus) Well, the Holiness a dodger; They're a long corn dodger. Well, the Holiness a dodger, And they're a dodger, too. They'll jump and roll And whoop and yell, For everybody else Is a-going to Hell. (Chorus) Well, the infidel's a dodger; He's a long corn dodger, And the infidel's a dodger, And he's a dodger, too. Swear they ain't no Hell, Nor Heaven on high, But he'll get a shaking up In the sweet bye and bye. (Chorus) (Mr. Morris: "Now, if I left anybody out, I didn't aim to." Dr. Wolf: "Tell the name of the song." Mr. Morris: "That's 'The Long Corn Dodger.'") Also found in Randolph, Vol. III, #462, "We're All Dodging." |
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