Sung by: Uncle Bob Stark
Recorded in Miller, AR, 7/16/53
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And he lives in the sycamore tree.
He was an old nigger called Rufus the blossom,
Black as a nigger could be.
Rufus had a head like a big sledgehammer,
And eyes like a morning star,
And there wasn't nary a nigger in ole Alabam
That could beat him on his old guitar.
Chorus: Oh, you'll have to choose him,
You cannot 'fuse him;
He's a great musicianeer
Of a high position.
Oh, when Rufus goes to the balls and the parties,
Oh, he goes, rain or shine.
When he gets there, oh, this is what he hollers:
"Bring out the chicken and wine!"
The wine is drank, and the chicken is eat,
And he whistles a tune so grand
That it's nobody but a whistling Rufus,
But they call him the one-man band.
(Comment by Mr. Stark: "That's all of it.")