You Oh Uncle Tom there's some folks here to see you Come on there we've been like a player the party's just getting started Bill Bailey told me to show you right in Bill wants to tell you all about his trouble I was on my way to Nashville just to see my gal Irene When I was up and halted by a state police siren I Telled him a smile and offered to smoke pulling things to stall But he talked to judge jail and a jury Don't like that locked up said I've been taking away for life Want to stay around do the town and marry me a wife bomba telling the news Seeing a jailhouse blue Now says I mr.
Lawman about this borrowed car I had no intention of taking it very far And buddy I wasn't speeding it's more like a crawl Not that's about all Oh you say to you it sure does look funny Of course the truck in this car is filled up with money That money don't amount to much at all that's just a long -term loan that's about all Don't like that locked up said up for taking away for life Want to stay around do the town and marry me a wife bomba telling the news Sing in jailhouse blue My face is familiar You say you've seen it where? On the courthouse wall Well, what's it doing there? I'm not demanding that picture on the wall.
That's just a striking resemblance.
That's about all My friend I was on my way just to court my little honey And if you could let me go I'll give you a trunk full of money I'd buy every ticket to the policeman's ball.
You say you never seen me that's about all Don't like that locked up said up for taking away for life Want to stay around do the town and marry me a wife bomba telling the news Sing in jailhouse blue Say officer These strong steel bands don't you have some looser ones you could slip around my hand I'm telling the news Sing in jailhouse blue I'm so sad a good ball.
Oh, that's about all That's about all that's about all Really in bad shape right mr.
Bill You could say that that fella wasn't fortunate Roy, but it's right fitting and proper that all you folks showed up here at the big old American barn dance and golly I'm talking for the Polk County boys Tennessee Ernie B -week King and his great band the Candy Mountain girls and just a whole big barn full of happy -go -lucky youngsters But before we get some more shenanigans going on I want mr.
Sponsor to slip in here with a few mighty important words Friends we've dusted off the old piano here at the old American barn dance.
We thought maybe you'd like to hear some ragtime music We've got our piano player Gene Agel here By the way, we recorded this for our CA Victor too, so you'll be hearing of it ready Oh I I I I Noticed one thing I don't know if you did what I did We've been getting a whole lot of applause from our good pals the court men I want to tell you and I'd like to tell Bill Bailey to that if we could get him up here to sing the song I do my share Yes, it's a very good idea Pee -wee I think that that idea gets a house majority voter up barn We ought to call it.
We'll have the court men come up here and Sing one.
Well if everyone were gathered at the old country church, this would be one you to hear I'm gonna ride in the chariot in the morning Lord our courtmen I'm Ready my sister Are you ready for the journey? Oh, yes.
Do you want to see a Jesus? Oh, yes.
I'm waiting for the chair, because I'm ready to go.
I'm going to ride the chariot in the morning, Lord.
I'm going to ride the chariot in the morning, Lord.
I'm getting ready for the judgment day, my Lord, my Lord.
Are you ready, my brother? Oh, yes.
Are you ready for the journey? Oh, yes.
Do you want to see a Jesus? Oh, yes.
I'm waiting for the chair, because I'm ready to go.
I never can forget that day, riding the chariot to see my Lord, when all my sins were taken away.
Riding the chariot to see my Lord, I'm going to ride the chariot in the morning, Lord.
I'm going to ride the chariot in the morning, Lord.
I'm getting ready for the judgment day, my Lord, my Lord.
I'm going to ride the chariot in the morning, Lord.
I'm going to ride the chariot in the morning, Lord.
I'm going to ride in the chariot to see my Lord, to see my Lord.
Wonderful, wonderful.
See, that sure does bring back fond memories.
I imagine you've used this system one time or another, where you tie a string around your finger to remember something.
If you're like me though, every time I tie a string around my finger, why, I forget what I put the string there for.
Except I think this boy right here, Neil Burruss, has the real system.
He says that he's going to tie the string around your finger.
Now, what do you mean by that? I kind of had Corky in mind here when I'm going to tie a string.
You always got Corky in mind, boys.
Say it.
I'm going to tie a little string around your finger.
Tell you that you're tied to me.
I'm going to lock your fickle heart and weave you apart, dear.
Cause I'll throw away the key.
If you forget just who you gave your heart to, this string will start to help your memory.
I'm going to tie a little string around your finger.
Tell you that you're tied to me.
Good morning, Neil.
I had a feeling that I just could never trust you.
With all my true love from the start, I thought that you, dear, might forget and leave me setting.
So blue and with a broken heart, so maybe string will easily remind you cause I find you have no memory.
I'm going to tie a little string around your finger.
Tell you that you're tied to me.
Wonderful! And look where he goes right back to.
We didn't interrupt him long, did we, gang? Say, Uncle Tom, step up here a minute.
What do you think of that kind of shenanigans here we have by Neil Burruss? What did I think of it? Yeah.
Mushin'.
Oh, he's just old -fashioned.
Yeah, you know what Uncle Tom used to call it.
Spoonin', see? But I bet you we could set Uncle Tom's toes just to tap in if we were to throw some boogie in here.
And I tell you what, if I were to call for the song Shotgun Boogie, who do you suppose I'd be calling on? Tennessee Ernie! You bet! Here he is! The egg stands in the corner where the barrels are straight.
I looked out and the wind ran over the gate.
The big fat rabbits are jumpin' in the grass.
When will they hear my old shotgun blast? Shotgun boogie! I done saw your track.
Look out, Mr.
Rabbit, when I cock my hammer back.
Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark.
Hickor nuts are big, you can see them in the dark.
The big fat squirrels, they scratch and they fight.
I'll be on that ridge before daylight.
Shotgun boogie! I don't need but one shot.
Look out, bushy tail, tonight you'll be the fight.
When I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin.
I asked her what she had, she said a Fox 410.
I looked her up and down and said, boy, this is love.
We headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove.
Shotgun boogie! Boy, the feathers flew.
Look out, Mr.
Dove, when she draws a bead on you.
I sat down on a log, took her on my lap.
She said, wait a minute, bud, you've got to see my cap.
He's got a 16 gauge to hold down like a rifle.
Don't want a man that's a gonna trifle.
Shotgun boogie! Draws a bead so fine.
Look out, big boy, he's loaded all the time.
What I called on her, papped like a gentleman, ordered, he said, no brush hunter's gonna get my daughter.
He cocked back the hammer right on the spot.
When the gun went off, I outrun the shot.
Shotgun boogie! I want it with bells.
I'll be back, little gal, when your packie runs out of shells.
Hey! What's up, everybody? funny -haired Tennessee Ernie with his real famous shotgun boogie.
You know, I may be reaching for this a little bit, but here's a message that's aimed to you, loaded all the way with value.
Folks, Tennessee Ernie and Bill Bailey, I get themselves some cider.
We'd like to have you join us as the Candy Mountain Girls sing a song.
That's Mary Jane and Sandy and Corky sort of get in the mood with It's My Lazy Day.
Well, I might have gone fishing, got to thinking it over.
The road to the river is a mighty long way.
It must be the season, nor rhyme or no reason.
Just taking it easy.
It's my lazy day.
I'm finding it easy to mind my own business.
I'm keeping my nose out of everyone's way.
I'm hiring old people and taking orders.
Just taking it easy.
It's my lazy day.
I'm asking old questions.
Ain't giving advice.
Ain't dating old boyfriends.
Ain't wanting to play.
Just want to look stupid.
Don't want to meet cupids.
Just taking it easy.
It's my lazy day.
Yes, I might have gone fishing, got to thinking it over.
The road to the river is a mighty long way.
It must be the season, nor rhyme or no reason.
Just taking it easy.
It's my lazy day.
Just taking it easy.
Just taking it easy.
It's my lazy day.
Golly, the Candy Mountain Girls.
Candy, or Sandy rather.
Candy Mountain Girls by Sandy Corky and Mary Jane.
That really put us in a fine mood.
And you know, Pee Wee King kind of sneaked up here to me.
And he told me about a song that he had to more or less carry through the same mood.
And I was so happy when I learned what the title of it was because it's destined to be a standard song in good old America for as long as anybody's ever kicking around here.
It's his third great big hit.
First there was Tennessee Waltz, Bonaparte's Retreat, and now it's Slowpoke.
Oh, how we like that.
Come on Mr.
RCA Victor.
You keep me waiting till it's getting aggravating You're a slowpoke I wait and worry but you never seem to hurry You're a slowpoke Time means nothing to you I wait and then late again Eight o 'clock, nine o 'clock quarter to ten Why should I linger every time you snap your finger little slowpoke Why can't you hasten when you know that time's a -wasting You're a slowpoke here Why should I keep trying to change you It's not a thing to do I guess I'll have to learn to be a slowpoke too You keep me waiting till it's getting aggravating You're a slowpoke I wait and worry but you never seem to hurry You're a slowpoke Time means nothing to you I wait and then late again Eight o 'clock, nine o 'clock quarter to ten Why can't you hasten when you know that time's a -wasting You're a slowpoke Why should I linger every time you snap your finger You're a slowpoke dear Why should I keep trying to change you It's not a thing to do I guess I'll have to learn to be a slowpoke too Well, Red Stewart, it looks like that's it.
Slowpoke.
Well, I'll tell you, that was Red Stewart singing that, and I'm sure you're all familiar with that wonderful song, Slowpoke, not only from the radio and television, but also from the wonderful RCA Victor records of it that I know many of you have already run out and bought yourself a dozen or so of, or at least Pee -Wees hope in that.
I'll tell you what, everything is more or less on the bright side of life around here.
We have a bright little message I'd like to get home to you right now.
In the meanwhile, if you'll look into this, I'll look into lining up some good old -fashioned banjo -picking for you by our Polk County boys.
Is that a deal? Look here now.
Long, long time ago is all you folks should know Uncle Noe built himself an ark For forty days and nights the rain was sure a fright The animal nearly tore the ark apart The duck went quack, the cow went moo The rooster cocked, it doodled, it didodled The old tomcats raged an awful row The little big squeal in the billy called Bad The bull thong said, Big rain will overhead Uncle Noe zocks him at us now All the horses and cattle and fowls in the air Even that long -haired jackass was there Quack, moo, howl said hoo Cuckadoodledoo All was that Uncle Noe's art At last the sun did shine Through the window bright and fine Uncle Noe thought it was time to land He couldn't open the door Left's hammer on the shore The animal roared and growled to beat the band The duck went quack, the cow went moo The rooster cocked, it doodled, it didodled The old tomcats raged an awful row The little big squeal in the billy called Bad The bull thong said, Big rain will overhead Uncle Noe zocks him at us now All the horses and cattle and fowls in the air Even that long -haired jackass was there Quack, moo, howl said hoo Cuckadoodledoo All was that Uncle Noe's art Them's my buddies, them's my boys, the Polk County boys.
And I'll bet you, you got just as much kick out of that as I did and everybody did right here.
Well, listen to this.
B .W.
King and his band working with me just like clockwork.
It means it's time that we're gonna have to head for home.
I would sincerely appreciate it, and I'm speaking for everybody here, if you'd say thanks to our sponsor by dropping in and paying him a call.
So you know, one of the most worthwhile and pleasant experiences that we'll ever enjoy is having youngsters about the home.
And we must never forget to take the time to enjoy that bit of happiness.
We're running a little bit late, so until next time, we'll be looking for you.
This is Bill Bailey saying so long, and God bless each and every one of you.
Yes, sir! And between you, we're a land free body, dear Gerald.
And a man of left left, a gentleman all around the street, hand over hand with a fair walk, man to man, and now long as he's not there, he'll have to all the bags he's been on the wall prom, and he'll only hear over and over.
A first, double swing.
First, enter the right of the ring with a right hand, curve with a right hand and round, and back to the honey with a left hand and round.
Hard to endure with a right hand and round, and now you're home with a left hand and round.
And a left hand curve with a right hand and round, and bird in cage round and round.
Bird in cage round.
The old number, hop out and throw on men.
Oh, no! Throw hop out, left down and all around, bring your old hand to the hand.
First one, then the next, and now you're huddling out and getting mixed from age pretty tall.
Second couple, swing and get out.
Now you go, tip out to the right, flip to the right, head lady with the right hand round.
I'm fired away to the left, hand round.
Yeah, tip lady with the right hand round.
And now you're on the left hand round.
Far left hand girl with the right hand round, back to the far right of the left hand round.
30 to cage, cage around, 30 weeks.
We walk on the main street, and I'm throwing the spin.
Walking through the night, I'm falling down.
I'm coming out, left hand, left hand lady, right hand, give her a little baby, grab the key.
Now we go, 30 to girls, and go slow.
30 to girls, be slow, we're going to the square dance, go to the mall.
Now there's the old way to do, now show the right hand, show the left hand.
Touch it out, right hand girl with the right hand round.
I hear a little left hand round, I'm the lady with the right hand round.
And now you're on the left hand round.
Left hand girl with the right hand round.
Now you're on the left hand round, burning the cage around and around.
I burn up out, throw fire, call them, call them, go on and get them.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Let's go, left hand man, hold out, right hand on the man with the first one, man with red.
Now meet your gal, give her a kiss, promenade your girl with the man with the promenade, turn around and go for the last couple of swings.
For the gentle round, bring the right hand girl with the right hand round.
And now your honey with the left hand round.
I'm the lady with the right hand round.
And now your honey with the left hand round.
I'm the left hand girl with the right hand round.
And burn the cage and I'll go around and around.
I burn up out, throw fire, engage the girls, call them, get them.
Go up out, left hand man, hold out, right hand on the man.
Hurry up girls, don't be late when you're found in promenade street, promenade street, promenade.
Everybody swing, swing, swing all day.
All join hands and I'll find circle left.
And now the right.
Promenade, you know where it's deep, but there's a certain gap in my head, yes.
Yeah.
Yeah.
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