The Blue-tail Fly/Jimmie Crack Corn

     F
When I was young I used to wait
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On master and hand him his plate.
    F
And pass the bottle when he got dry,
    G7             C
And brush away the blue-tail fly.

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C                    G7
Jimmy crack corn and I don't  care.
                     C
Jimmy crack corn and I don't  care.
C7                   F
Jimmy crack corn and I don't  care.
   G7             C
My master's gone away.

    F
And when he'd ride in the afternoon,
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I'd follow after with a hickory broom.
    F
The pony being rather shy
     G7            C
When bitten by the blue-tail fly.


    F
One day he rode around the farm,
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The flies so numerous they did swarm.
    F
One chanced to bite him on the thigh,
    G7             C
The devil take the blue-tail fly.


    F
The pony run, he jump, he pitch,
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he threw my master in a ditch.
   F
He died and the jury wondered why.
    G7              C
The verdict was the blue-tail fly.


     F
They buried him 'neath a 'simmon tree,
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his epitaph is there to see,
  F
Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,
  G7            C
A victim of the blue-tail fly.

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