When I was young I used to wait
Upon my master at his plate
And I'd pass the bottle when he got dry
Give me crack corn, I don't care
Give me crack corn, I don't care
Give me crack corn and I don't care
And when it dried in the afternoon I'd
follow behind with a hickory broom
That pony be ing like to shine
But when I'm bitten by that blue -tailed fly
It gave me crack corn and I don't care
It gave me crack corn and I don't care
It gave me crack corn and I don't care
One day he rode around the farm
The flies so numerous they did swarm
One chance to bite him on the thigh
Give me crack corn, I don't care
Give me crack corn, and I don't care
Give me crack corn, and I don't care
That pony run he jumped, pitched,
and he threw my master in the ditch.
He died, the jury wondered why.
Oh, well, the was the blue
His epitaph for all to see
Beneath the stone I'm a forest alive
And I'm the victim of the blue -tailed fly
Give me crack corn, I don't care
Give me crack corn and I don't care
Give me crack corn and I don't care
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