Song parody of
Don't Get Weary
by Adrienne Young
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Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Nashville full of big hotels,
Chattanooga full of saloons
Knoxville full of republicans
And Memphis loves the Blues
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Wish I had a sugar rump,
Sugar by the pound
Great big bowl to stir it in
Pretty gal to hand it around
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Big bee sucks the blossom,
Little bee makes the honey
Poor man picks cotton and corn,
Rich man see the money
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Daddy had a big ole gal;
He brought her from the South
Hair so curly on her head,
She could not shut her mouth
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
People on the corner
Watching us go by
Could not see us very long,
'Cause Bobtail, he could fly
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Nashville full of big hotels,
Chattanooga full of saloons
Knoxville full of republicans
And Memphis loves the Blues
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Wish I had a sugar rump,
Sugar by the pound
Great big bowl to stir it in
Pretty gal to hand it around
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Big bee sucks the blossom,
Little bee makes the honey
Poor man picks cotton and corn,
Rich man see the money
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Daddy had a big ole gal;
He brought her from the South
Hair so curly on her head,
She could not shut her mouth
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
People on the corner
Watching us go by
Could not see us very long,
'Cause Bobtail, he could fly
