The Yellow Dog Blues - Rex Stewart

Ever since Miss Susan Johnson lost her Jockey, Lee

There has been much excitement, more to be

You can hear her moaning night and dawn

«Wonder where my Easy Rider’s gone?»

Cablegrams come of sympathy

Telegrams go of inquiry

Letters come from down in «Bam»

And everywhere 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

Dear Sue, your Easy Rider struck this burg today

On a southbound rattler side door Pullman car

I seen him here and he was on the hog

(Spoken) 'The smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him'

I say now, Easy Rider’s gotta stay away

So he had to vamp it but the hike ain’t far

He’s gone where the Southern cross' the Yellow Dog

I know the Yellow Dog district like a book

Indeed, I know the route that Rider took;

Every cross', tie, bayou, burg, and bog

Way down where the Southern cross' the Dog

Money don’t exactly grow on trees

On cotton stalks, it grows with ease

No race hog, race track, no grandstand

Is like Old Beck an' Buckshot land

Down where the Southern cross' the Dog

Every kitchen there is a cabaret

Down there the boll weevil works while the (darkies) play

This Yellow Dog Blues the live long day

Dear Sue, your Easy Rider struck this burg today

On a southbound rattler side door Pullman car

Seen him here an' he was on the hog

(Spoken) 'The smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him'

Easy Rider’s gotta stay away

So he had to vamp it but the hike ain’t far

He’s gone where the Southern cross' the Yellow Dog

He’s gone where the Southern cross' the Yellow Dog