Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I whittled out a fiddle from my wagon seat I fiddled my fiddle and I rubbed my bow Play a little tune wherever I go Sleepyeyed John, you better your britches on Sleepyeyed John, better tie your shoe Sleepyeyed John, you better get your britches on And try to get to heaven fore the Devil gets to you Well, Sleepyeyed John he stole a goose The goose he flopped but he couldnt get loose Said John to the goose If you dont be still Well miss my supper down in Candyville. Well Sleepyeyed John he had a wooden leg The little leg was nothing but a little wooden peg One shoe off and one shoe on Hell do the double shuffle til the cows come home Now I got twenty dollars for to build a fence I took my money and I aint worked since Sold my buggy and I sold my plow I wouldnt take a dollar for my journey now Well over the hickory and down the pine The raccoon laughed and the old hound whined John said Sic em and the raccoon left They crossed Green River in a minute and a half
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