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78 Yellow Dog Blues E’er since Miss Susan Johnson lost her Jockey, Lee There has been much excitement, more to be; You can hear her moaning night and morn. Wonder where my Easy Rider’s gone? Cablegrams come of sympathy Telegrams go of inquiry Letters come from down in“Bam” And everywhere that Uncle Sam Has even a rural delivery. All day the phone rings But it’s not for me, At last good tidings Fill our hearts with glee, This message comes from Tennessee. Chorus:|: Dear Sue your Easy Rider struck this burg today On a south bound rattler side door Pullman car Seen him there an’ he was on the hog. (The smoke was broke, no joke, Not a Jitney on him) Easy rider’s got a stay away So he had to vamp it but the hike ain’t far. He’s gone where the Southern‘cross’ the Yellow Dog. :| 79 I know the Yellow Dog District like a book, Indeed I know the route that rider took Every cross-tie, Bayou, burg and bog. Way down where the Southern cross’ the Dog, Money don’t zactly grow on trees On cotton stalks it grows with ease; No race horse, race track, no grandstand Is like Old Beck an Buck shot land, Down where the Southern cross’ the Dog. Every kitchen there is a cabaret Down there the Boll Weevil works While the darkies play This Yellow Dog Blues The live long day. Chorus: (W. C. Handy, sittin’ in for Hal) H.J. ...

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