SHEET MUSIC: Yellow Dog Blues (1919)

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YELLOW DOG BLUES

Yellow Dog Blues

Although the Victor recording is instrumental, the lyrics have been reprinted here anyway:

The Yellow Dog Blues

"He's Gone Where the Southern Cross' the Yellow Dog"

Words and music by W. C. Handy

E'er since Miss Su-san John-son lost her Jock-ey, Lee,
There has been much ex-cite-ment, more to be;
You can hear her moan-ing night and morn.
"Won-der where my Eas-y Rid-ers gone? ["]
Ca-ble-grams come of sym-pa-thy,
Tel-e-grams go of in-qui-ry,
Let-ters come from down in "Bam"
And ev-'ry-where that Un-cle Sam
Has ev-en a ru-ral de-liv-e-ry.
All day the phone rings,
But it's not for me,
At last good ti-dings fill our hearts with glee,
This mes-sage comes from Ten-nes-see.

Dear Sue your
Eas--y Rid-er strick this burg to-day
On a south boun' ratt-ler side door Pull-man car.
See him here an' he was on the hog.
The smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him [Spoken]
Eas-y rid-er's got a stay a-way, so he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far.
He's gone where the South-ern 'cross the Yel-low Dog.

I know the Yel-low Dog Dis-trict like a book,
In-deed I know the route that Rid-er took;
Ev-'ry cross-tie, Bay-ou, burg and bog.
Way down where the south-ern cross' the Dog,
Mon-ey don't zact-ly grow on threes.
On cot-ton stalks it grows with ease;
No race horse, race track, no grand stand
Is like Old Beck an Buck shot land,
Down where the South-ern cross' the Dog.
Ev-e-ry kitch-en there is a cab-a-ret,
Down where boll-wevil works while the dark-ies play
This Yel-low Dog Blues the live long day.

Dear Sue your
Eas--y Rid-er strick this burg to-day
On a south boun' ratt-ler side door Pull-man car.
See him here an' he was on the hog.
The smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him [Spoken]
Eas-y rid-er's got a stay a-way, so he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far.
He's gone where the South-ern 'cross the Yel-low Dog.

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