Flat Rock Ballads - Carl Sandburg

Turkey in the Straw


Oh, I come to the river and I couldn't get across
Paid five dollars for an old blind horse
Wouldn't go ahead and he wouldn't stand still
So he went up and down like an old saw mill

Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up, a high tuckahaw
And hit 'em up a tune called "turkey in the straw"

Oh, I jumped in the seat, and I gave a little yell
Horses ran away, broke the wagon all to hell
Sugar in the gourd, honey in the horn
Haven't been so happy since the hour I was born

Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up, a high tuckahaw
And hit 'em up a tune called "turkey in the straw"

Said the tooler to the driller, will you dance me a jig?
Oh, yes, by golly, if I tear down the rig
So he took down the wrench that the contractor stole
And danced a jig around the ten inch hole

Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay
Roll 'em up and twist 'em up, a high tuckahaw
And hit 'em up a tune called "turkey in the straw"

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