Whoa Back Buck

Whoa back Buck - gee by the lamb
 Who made the back band - whoa goddamn
 18, 19--20 years ago
 Took my gal to the country store
 Took my gal to the country store
 Buy m' pretty little gal little calico
 Me and my gal walkin' down the road
 Her knees knock together playin' "Sugar In The Gourd"
 Sugar in the gourd and the gourd in the ground
 If you want a little sugar got to roll the gourd around
 My old man's good old man
 Washed his face in a frying pan
 Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
 And died with a toothache in his heel
 Papa loved mama - mama loved men,(three times)
 Mama's in the graveyard and papa's in the pen
 I gee to the mule but the mule wouldn't gee, (3 times)
 So I hit him side the head with the single tree
 I haw to the mule wouldn't haw, (3 times)
 So I broke his back with my mother-in-law
 (The above are the verses Art Thieme used to sing.)
 Also recorded by Guy Carawan and Leadbelly
 Eastbound train on the westbound track
 Westbound train on the eastbound track
 Both those trains were running fine
 But what a terrible way to run a railroad line!
 Cho
 Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul
 You steppin on my cotton, say, one and all
 Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb
 You steppin on my cottobn like you don't give a damn
 I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul
 Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo
 Took my gal to the party-o
 She sat on a steeple
 She let a fart and broke my heart
 And all over the people
 Tell my wife when you go to the hills
 I"m here workin at the sorghum mill
 Last year was a good crop year
 And everybody knowed it
 Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn
 And some damn rascal stole it
 I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul
 I'm rowdy all around my red asshole