WA-WHA, GOOD OLD MOSEE
Sung by: John Harrell
Recorded in Marshall, AR 6/14/63
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When he died he'd set me free.
He lived so long that his head got bald,
And he got out of the notion of dying at all.
Wa-wha-a-a, good old Mosee.
Turkey in the pea patch,
Picking up peas,
Along come the bell cow,
A-kicking up her heels.
(Comment by Mr. Harrell: "Oh, now, I can't remember.")
My old master, she is dead,
Ain't I glad of that.
I get to sell that wagon and steer
And buy me a brand new hat.
Wa-wha-a, good old Mosee.
(??: "That's what I said, nobody else could say that one but him.")