Yellow Dog Rag

E'er since Miss Susan Johnson lost her Jockey, Lee W. C. Handy W. C. Handy YellowDogRagCover.jpeg

[Verse]
 * E'er since Miss Susan 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'ry where 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 hearts with glee,
 * This message comes from Tennessee:

[Chorus]
 * Dear Sue, your Easy Rider struck his burg today
 * On a southboun' rattler sidedoor Pullman car.
 * Seen him here an' he was on the hog.
 * (spoken) The smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him.


 * Easy Riders got a stay way,
 * So he had to vamp it but the hike aint far.
 * He's gone where the Southern cross' the Yellow Dog.

[Verse]
 * I know the Yellow Dog District like a book,
 * Indeed I know the route that Rider took;
 * Ev'ry crosstie, bayou, burg and bog.
 * Way down where the Southern cross' the Dog,


 * Money don't zactly grow on trees,
 * On cotton stalks it grows wid ease;
 * No racehorse, racetrack no grandstand
 * Is like Old Beck and Buckshot land,
 * Down where the Southern cross' the Dog.


 * Every kitchen there is a cabaret,
 * Down there the boll wevil works while the darkies glee,
 * This Yellow Dog Rag the livelong day.


 * (chorus)