Born:
November 16, 1873
, March 28, 1958
Info:
LYRICS:
1. E'er since Miss Suzy 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 ev'rywhere 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 heart with glee,
This message came from Tennessee.
Chorus:
Dear Sue your Easy Rider struck this burg today
On a southboun' rattler sidedoor Pullman car.
Seen him here an' he was on the hog.
Easy Riders 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.
2. I know the Yellow Dog District like a book,
Indeed I know the route that Rider took;
Ev'ry 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 grand stand
Is like Old Beck and Buckshot land,
Down where the Southern cross' the Dog,
Every kitchen there is a cabaret,
Down there the boll weevil works while the players play,
This Yellow Dog Blues the live long day.
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