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The Blue-tail Fly/Jimmie Crack Corn
(Traditional)

FC
When I was young I used to wait on master and
GG7F
hand him his plate, and pass the bottle when he
G7C
got dry, and brush away the blue-tail fly.
[chorus]:
    CG7
    Jimmy crack corn and I don't care.
    C
    Jimmy crack corn and I don't care.
    C7F
    Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. My
    G7C
    master's gone away.
FC
And when he'd ride in the afternoon, I'd follow
GG7F
after with a hickory broom. The pony being
G7C
rather shy when bitten by the blue-tail fly.
[chorus]
     
FC
One day he rode around the farm, The flies so
GG7F
numerous they did swarm. One chanced to bite him
G7C
on the thigh, The devil take the blue-tail fly.
[chorus]
FC
The pony run, he jump, he pitch, he threw my
GG7F
master in a ditch. He died and the jury wondered
G7C
why. The verdict was the blue-tail fly.
[chorus]
F
They buried him 'neath a 'simmon tree, his
CGG7F
epitaph is there to see "Beneath this stone I'm
G7C
forced to lie, A victim of the blue-tail fly."
[chorus]

The Blue-tail Fly/Jimmie Crack Corn               
(Traditional)                                     
                                                  
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.        
                                                  
[chorus]:                                         
    Jimmy crack corn and I don't care.            
    Jimmy crack corn and I don't care.            
    Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. My         
    master's gone away.                           
                                                  
And when he'd ride in the afternoon, I'd follow   
after with a hickory broom. The pony being        
rather shy when bitten by the blue-tail fly.      
                                                  
[chorus]                                          
                                                  
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.   
                                                  
[chorus]                                          
                                                  
The pony run, he jump, he pitch, he threw my      
master in a ditch. He died and the jury wondered  
why. The verdict was the blue-tail fly.           
                                                  
[chorus]                                          
                                                  
They buried him 'neath a 'simmon tree, his        
epitaph is there to see "Beneath this stone I'm   
forced to lie, A victim of the blue-tail fly."    
                                                  
[chorus]