Barnyard Jubilee
Well, I pulled the plug in my applejack jug
And I tipped her to the sky.
Took a hefty swig, started in to jig,
I’m feeling mighty spry.
Then I head for the barn with the jug in my arm
For to hide it there, you see,
When I opened up the door, in the middle of the floor
Was a barnyard jubilee!
Refrain:
Rooster's crowing, “Cock-a-doodle-oo-do!”
Old cow mooing, the pigs they chime in, too.
Tomcat meowing but he don’t mean no harm.
‘Cause the whole darn tribe, everything alive had a shindig in the barn.
Well, I head straight back to the kitchen shack
For to put myself to bed.
I says, says I, “I think I’ll die,
"I’m a little tetched in the head.”
In the middle of the night, I got an awful fright.
Mr. Devil called on me.
Then he hit me a smack then he takes me back
To that doggoned jubilee.
Refrain:
Rooster's crowing, “Cock-a-doodle-oo-do!”
Old cow mooing, the pigs they chime in, too.
Tomcat meowing but he don’t mean no harm.
‘Cause the whole darn tribe, everything alive had a shindig in the barn.
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