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Hand Me Down My Walking Cane

Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my walkin' cane

I'm gonna catch the midnight train,
Cause all my sins are taken away.

Oh, hand me down my bottle of corn
('ll get drunk as sure's you're born

Oh, I got drunk and I landed in jail
And there wasn't no one to go my bail

Come on, Mom, won't you go my bail
And get me out of this Goddamn jail?

The meat is tough, and the beans are bad
Oh, my God, I can't eat that

If I had listened to what )ou said
I'd be at home in my feather bed

If I should die in Tennessee
Just send my bones home C.O.D

But if I die in New York State
Just ship my body back by freight

The devil chased me 'round a stump
I thought he'd catch me at e\ery jump

Oh, hell is deep, and hell is wide
Ain't got no bottom, ain't got no side

Now some folks say, it ain't no fun
When a song like this goes on and on

Yes, on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on.

Scottsville Squirrel Barkers 1961