Roots of American Fiddle Music
•"hell, there ain't no notes to it...you just play it"

Don't Get Weary Children
Uncle Dave Macon

Nashville's but a big old jail, Chatanooga but a saloon,
Knoxville for the Republicans, and Memphis full of coons

Don't get weary, don't get weary children,
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the Ball.

Wish I had a sugar roll, sugar by the pound,
Great big bowl to set it in, pretty gal hands around.

Don't get weary, don't get weary children,
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the Ball.

Big bee sucks the blossom, little bee makes the honey,
Poor man makes the cotton and corn, rich man saves the money.

Don't get weary, don't get weary children,
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the Ball.

Master had a yellow gal, he brought her from the South,
Hair so curley on her head, she could not shut her mouth.

Don't get weary, don't get weary children,
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the Ball.

People on the corner watching us go by
Could not ____________, _______ could fly.

Don't get weary, don't get weary children,
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the Ball.