Turkey in the Straw



As I was a-gwine down the road,

Tired team and a heavy load,

Crack my whip and the leader sprung,

l seys day-day to the wagon tongue.



Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay,

Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay

Roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw

And twist 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw.



Went out to milk, and I didn't know how,

I milked the goat instead of the cow.

A monkey sittin' on a pile of straw,

A-winkin' at his mother-in-law.



Met Mr. Catfish comin' down stream.

Says Mr. Catfish, "What does you mean?"

Caught Mr. Catfish by the snout,

And turned Mr. Catfish wrong side out.



Came to a river and I couldn't get across,

Paid five dollars for a blind old hoss;

Wouldn't go ahead, nor he wouldn't stand still,

So he went up and down like an old saw mill.



As I came down the new cut road,

Met Mr. Bullfrog, met Miss Toad

And every time Miss Toad would sing,

Old Bullfrog cut a pigeon wing.



Oh I jumped in the seat and I gave a little yell

The horses ran away, broke the wagon all to hell

Sugar in the gourd and honey in the horn

I never been so happy since the day I was born.



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