When I was young, I used to wait
Upon my master and serve him his plate
And brush away the blue -tailed
Jimmy Crackcorn and I don't care,
Jimmy Crackcorn and I don't care,
Jimmy Crackcorn and I don't care,
He took his ride in the afternoon,
The pony being rather shy,
went bitten by the blue -tailed
Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care,
Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care,
One day he rode around the farm,
the flies was a -buzzin' in a swarm.
One bit the pony 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 jumped and tossed and pitched.
He threw my master in the ditch.
He died and the jury wondered why.
The verdict was the blue -tailed fly.
Jimmy Crackhorn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crackhorn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crackhorn, and I don't care
They laid him neath a cinnamon tree
His epitaph is there to see
Be neath this stone he's forced to lie
The victim of the blue -tailed fly
Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care
Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care
Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care
The master's gone, his soul's at rest
They say all things are for the best
But I'll remember till the day I die
The master and the blue -tailed
Jimmy Crackhorn, and I don't care,
Jimmy Crackhorn, and I don't care,
Jimmy Crackhorn, and I don't care,
