When I was young I used to wait
On the boss and bring him his plate
And pass the bottle when he got 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
And when he'd ride in the afternoon,
On follow -after with a hickory broom,
The pony being rather shy,
When bitten by a blue -tailed fly,
Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care,
Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care,
One day he ride around the farm,
One chance to bite him on the thigh,
The devil take the blue -tailed fly.
The pony run, he jumpy pitch,
He threw my master in a ditch.
He died, and the jury wondered why
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't care
They buried him under a cement tree
His epitaph is there to see
Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
The victim of a blue -tailed fly
Jimmy Crackcorn and I don't care
Jimmy Crackcorn and I don't care
Jimmy Crackhorn and I don't care
