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Blue Tail Fly
by Burl Ives



When I was young I used to wait
On Master and hand him his plate
And pass the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue tail fly

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Jimmie crack corn and I don't care
Jimmie crack corn and I don't care
Jimmie crack corn and I don't care
Old Masters gone away.

One day he rode around the farm
The flies so numerous they did swarm
One chanced to bite him on the thigh
The devil take the blue tail fly

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The pony run, he jump, he pitch
He threw my master in the ditch
He died the jury wondered why
The verdict was the blue tail fly

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They lay him neath a simon tree
His epitaph is there to see;
Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
A victim of the blue tail fly

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Lyrics submitted by Kiersten.