When I was young, I used to wait
On Master and give him his plate
And pass the bottle when he was dry
And brush away the blue -tailed fly
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care
When he'd ride in the afternoon,
I'd follow at with a hickory broom,
the pony being rather shy
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care,
One day he ride around the farm,
The plies so numerous they did swarm,
One chance to bite him on the thigh,
The devil take the blue -tailed fly.
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care,
The pony ran, he jumped, he pitched,
He threw my master in the ditch.
He died, and the jury wondered why,
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care,
They lay him under a cement tree
His epi taph is there to see
Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
Victim of the blue -tailed fly
Jimmy Crackcord and I don't care
Jimmy Crackcord and I don't
Jimmy Crackcord and I don't care
My master's gone away you