| Lyrics: | Turkey in the Straw
As I was a-gwine down the road,
Tired team and a heavy
load,
Crack my whip and the leader sprung,
l seys day-day to the wagon
tongue.
Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay,
Turkey in the straw, turkey in the
hay
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw
And twist 'em up a tune called Turkey in
the Straw.
Went out to milk, and I didn't know how,
I milked the goat instead of the
cow.
A monkey sittin' on a pile of straw,
A-winkin' at his mother-in-law.
Met
Mr. Catfish comin' down stream.
Says Mr. Catfish, "What does you mean?"
Caught Mr. Catfish
by the snout,
And turned Mr. Catfish wrong side out.
Came to a river and I couldn't
get across,
Paid five dollars for a blind old hoss;
Wouldn't go ahead, nor he wouldn't
stand still,
So he went up and down like an old saw mill.
As I came down the new cut
road,
Met Mr. Bullfrog, met Miss Toad
And every time Miss Toad would sing,
Old
Bullfrog cut a pigeon wing.
Oh I jumped in the seat and I gave a little yell
The
horses ran away, broke the wagon all to hell
Sugar in the gourd and honey in the horn
I
never been so happy since the day I was born.
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