from many sources, day to spring,
some hatch in June and some July,
but August brings the blue -tailed fly.
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
I used to wait on my son's table
I'd pass the bottle when he got dry
and brush away the blue tail fly.
Jim Crack Cone and I don't care,
Jim Crack Cone and I don't care,
Jim Crack Cone and I don't care,
And when he'd ride in the afternoon
I'd follow with a hickory broom
When bitten by the blue -tailed fly
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care
Jim Crack Corn, and I don't care,
The phony run, he jumped, he pitched,
he threw my master in the ditch.
He died, and the jury wondered why,
the verdict was a blue -tailed fly.
Jim Crack Corn, and I don't care.
Jim Crack Corn, and I don't care.
Jim Crackhorn and I don't care,
They laid him under a salmon tree,
his epitaph is there to see
Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie,
the victim of a blue -tailed fly
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
Jim Crack Corn and I don't care,
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