Bile Them Cabbage Down

Went up on the mountain

Just to give my horn a blow

Thought I heard my true love say

Yonder comes my beau

Took my gal to the blacksmith shop

To have her mouth made small

She turned around a time or two

And swallowed shop and all

Possum in a Simmon tree

Raccoon on the ground

Raccoon says you son-of-a-gun

Shake some Simmon's down

Someone stole my old 'coon dog

Wish they'd bring him back

He chased the big hogs through the fence

And the little ones through the crack

Met a possum in the road

Blind as he could be

Jumped the fence and whipped my dog

And bristled up at me

Once I had an old gray mule

His name was Simon Slick

He'd roll his eyes and back his ears

And how that mule would kick

How that mule would kick

He kicked with his dying breath

He shoved his hind feet down his throat

And kicked himself to death