The Yellow Dog Blues
Composer: W. C. Handy
Original Copyright © MCMXIX by Pace & Handy Music Co, N.Y.C.

Verse 1.
E'ver 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 riders gone
Cable grams come of sympathy,
Tele grams go of inquiry,
Letters come from down in "Bam"
And ev'rywhere 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 this burg today
On a south boun' rattler side door Pullman car
Seen him here an' he was on the hog
Easy rider's got a stay away,
so he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far.
He's gone where the Southern cross' the Yellow Dog.

Verse 2.
I know the Yelow Dog District like a book,
Indeed I know the route that Rider took,
Ev'ry crosstie,Bayou, barge and bog.
Way down where the Southern cross' the Dog,
Money don't zactly grow on trees,
On cotton stalks it grows with ease,
No race horse, race track, no grandstand
Is like Old Beck an Buck shot land,
Down where the Southern cross' the Dog.
Every kitchen there is a cabaret,
Down there the bollwevil works while the darkies play
This Yellow Dog Blues the live long day.

Repeat Chorus