Uncle Bud
From Mary Wheeler’s book Steamboatin’ Days: Folk Songs of the River Packet Era. (Baton Rouge: Louisiana University Press, 1944 pp. 94-97). Uncle Bud also appears in Zydeco songs with rather ‘colorful’ lyrics!
- Well old Uncle Bud comin’ down the road,
Haulin’ women by the wagon load.
Chorus:
Uncle Bud, Uncle Bud,
Uncle Bud, Bud, doggone it, Uncle Bud. - Well up he slipped and down he fell
Mouth fell open like a mussel shell. - Well he passed by here an’ sweepin’ low,
Forgot his bottle and his overcoat. - Some these mornin’s and it won’t be long,
I’ll leave this town, blowin’ my horn. - Way down yonder where I come from,
They feed them rousters on the hard, parched corn. - They growed so tall and they growed so fat,
Swelled up big, couldn’t wear a hat. - Some folks say Uncle Bud wasn’t around
It’s a god-damned lie, he oughta be in town. - Well some folks say Uncle Bud was dead,
It’s a goddamn lie he oughta be in bed. - Well I worked in the summer, and in the fall
Now winter found me in blue overalls. - Well old Uncle Bud comin’ down the road,
Draggin women by the wagon load.