When I was young I used to wait
On Master and serve him his plate
Pass the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue tail 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
My master's gone away
When he'd ride in the afternoon
I'd follow with a hickory broom
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by the blue tail 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
My master's gone away
The pony jumped, he tossed, he pitched,
And threw my master in the ditch
He died, and the jury wondered why
Their verdict was the blue tail 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
My master's gone away
He lies beneath a 'simmon tree
His epitaph is there to see
'Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
A victim of a blue tail fly'