Richard Eichkoff interview of Junior Crowe, Johnny Eller, and Mrs. Harry Robinson (part one)

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This is the first of a two part recording in which Junior Crowe, Johnny Eller, and Mrs. Harry Robinson play songs on the guitar, fiddle, and banjo. Songs included, "Shortin' Bread," "Black Eyed Susie," "Went to Franklin," "Liza Jane," "Wreck of the Old 97," "John Henry," "Nine Pound Hammer," "Granny Will Your Dog Bite?" "Brown Jug," "Johnny Booker," "Old Joe Clark," "Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad," "Barbara Allen," "Goin' Down Town," "Boil them Cabbage Down," "Pistol Packin' Mama," "Tennessee Waltz," "Kentucky Waltz," "Resin in the Bow," "Knoxville Girl," "Big Rock Candy Mountain," Dogs Got the Whoopin Cough, Arkansas Traveler, and Prisoners Song."
Johnny Eller (1925-2007) was born in Rabun County, Georgia, to Lear Eller (1900-1999). Junior Crowe (1920-?) was born in Madison County, Georgia, to Junior E. Crowe (1897-1948) and Vissie Crowe (1897-1989). Additional biographical information has not been determined.
Fiddles
Slipped--in the kitchen, And I pulled off-the ltd. Stuck my pockets full a Shortnin' bread. Two little niggers was a lyin l in bed; With their hands on top that Shortnin' bread. Slipped in the kitchen, And I pulled off the lid. Stuck my pockets full a Shortnin' bread. 11t"'trstJ o..d.tr- ~ BLACK EYED SUSIE Love my wife, And I love my baby. I love my biscuit Sopped in gravy. Yonder come my gal. That's my neighbor She ain It... Love my pretty little Black Eyed Susie. Love my wife, And I love my baby. I love my biscuits Sopped in gravy. WENT TO FRANKLIN My nigger stole a pumpkin; He took it down to town. Sold it for a quarter, and He got his money down. Get along down to town; Get along down to town. Get along down to Franklin town. Lay it on the back of a hound. Oh, fly around my pretty little miss; Fly around my daisy. _,J_ -SHCRWIN I BREAD Fly around my pretty little miss, And get along down to the race. Get along down to town; Get along down to town. Get along down to Franklin town. And lay it on the back of a hound. LIZA JANE Pretty little Liza Row girl; Oh, my little Liza Jane. Oh, my little Liza Row girl; She died an old Caine. Oh, my little Liza Row girl; Pretty little Liza Jane. Oh, my little Liza Row girl, She died an old Caine. Sweet tall Liza Row girl; Sweet tall Liza Jane. Sweet tall Liza Row girl; She died an old Caine. Oh, my little Liza Row girl; Pretty little Liza Jane. Oh, my little Liza Row girl, She died an old Caine. Up and down the river side; Up and down the road. Up and down the river side, Hear her knockin' at my front door. Fly around my Row girl; Fly around my Jane. Fly around my little Row girl, l 10 INSTRUNENTAlS Cripple Creek Down the Road Feelin1 bad John Henry Flynt Hill Special ___ Banjo Special--Own Tune Foggy Mountain Break Down Foggy Mountain Special \oIhen You and I were Young, Maggie ,/ Little Maggy Wildwood Flower Shortnin' Bread Old Joe Clark .J Down Yonder On the Banks of the Ohio ,/ Home Sweet Home Tumlin' Gap II WRECK OF THE OLD 97 ~ ~ Oh, he was goin' down grade Makin' ninety miles an hour; When the whistle begin to scream. He was found in the wreck With his hand on the throttle, And he was scalded to death by the steam. Oh, He was goin' down grade Makin' ninety miles an hour; When the whistle begin to scream. He was found in the wreck With his hand on the throttle, And he was scalded to death by the steam. John Henry told his Shaker. He said,'You'd better pray For this little piece of steel, Lord. For tomorrow will be the buryin' day. For tomorrow will be the buryin' day.' John Henry said, 'Before I let That steam drill beat me down, Die with the hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord 'Die with the hammer in my hand.' John Henry was a little boy Sittin , on his papa's knee. Said, Lord, ... The hammer be the death of me Lord, Lord. The hammer be the death of me.' John Henry picked up a piece of meat, And a little piece of steel. Said, 'Lord, the hammer be the death of me. Lord, the hammer be the death of me.' Till his hammer caught on fire. Till his hammer caught on fire. John Henry woke up on the mountain top, And he 100kedAon the other side. ~ Then he lay down his hammer, and he died. He lay down his hammer, and he died. John Henry had a little woman, And the dress she wore was trimmed in bllle John Henry says, 1 POlly, I been good to you. pally, I been good to you.' The last word that John Henry said, 'Cool drank a water, for I die.' ~ ~) flDf'QJ --:fohn Henry hammered in the mountain; I Say, granny will your dog bite? No, John, no. Hand him standin' at the door. Say, granny, will your dog bite? No, John, no. Say, granny, will your dog bite? . No, John, no. Say, Granny, will your hen peck? No, John, no. Say, Granny, will your hen peck? No, John, no. Cut off her bill long time ago. Granny, Granny, w ill your dog bite? No John, no. Say, Granny, will your dog bite? No, John, no. Him standinI at the door, will your dog bite? No John, no. Say, Granny, will your dog bite? No, John, no NINE POUND HAMMER - ~ Roll on Buddie, don't ya roll so slow Don't ya roll too slow. Well, how kin ah roll When mah wheel don' go? Nine pound hammer killed John Henry, Killed John Henry. And it's not a gonna kill me. No, it's not a gonna kill me. J"} Roll on Buddie, don't ya roll so slow. Don't ya roll too slow. Well, how kin ah roll r.~(JJ~-f~ /~) GRANNY WILL YOUR DCG BITE? - ~ When mah wheel don I BROlIN JUG - ~ Me an' my wife an' A stump tail dog; Jumped the creek On a half creek log. Dog fell off; My wife fell in. I went off when I jumped right in. Ha, ha, ha, you and me; Little brown jug don't I love thee. Me and the preacher went to bed. . Preacher lllept with a jug Under his head. I woke up, The top was pulled. Preacher was pourin' The little brown jugall the day. Ha, ha, ha, it's you and me. Little brown jug don't I love thee. JOHNNY BOOKER - ~ Johnny, oh Johnny, me old kid blook Jumped in the mill. Made my yoke at the well might rang. Every charm and everything. Oh, Johnny Booker, walk and talk. Ob, Johnny Booker, won't you walk? Fastest gal I ever saw. She's the gal from Arkansas. Put her brit.hes on over her coat. She buckled her britches around her throat. Oh, Johnny Booker, walk and talk. Oh, Johnny Booker, won't you walk? Comin' down Johnny Booker's house. Johnny Booker he was eatin' supper. I stumped my toe on the table leg, And stuck my nose in the butter. Oh, Johnny Booker, walk and talk. Oh, Johnny Booker, won't you walk? , e Johnny Booker had two pretty girls. They wore a speckled dress. They loved to hear the banjo and fiddle, But they loved me best. Oh, Johnny Booker, walk and talk. Oh, aohnny Booker, won't you walk? Johnny, oh Johnny, the yoke is broke. Made my yoke that the bell might ring. Every charm and everything. Oh, Johnny Booker, walk and talk. Oh, Johnny Booker, won't you walk? O L D J O E C L A R K ~. ~ Round and round old Joe Clark Round and round we are gone. Round and round old Joe Clark, And bye bye Lucy Long. I went do~to Old Joe Clark's house. Old Joe was in bed. Ran a ,finger down his throat, And pul.Ledvout, a chicken's head. Round and round old Joe Clark Round and round we are gone. Round and round old Joe Clark. And bye bye Lucy Long. I went down to Lucy Long's house; Hear a noise on the floor. Shoes and stockins in her h~; Feet allover the floor. Round and round old Joe Clark Round and round we are gone. Round and round old Joe Clark, And bye bye Lucy Long. I went down to old Joe 'Clark's house. Old Joe was in bed. Ran my finger down his throat, Pulled out a mule instead. <RIPPLE <REEK ~ Instrumental. e - < ce .. Goin down that road feelin' bad, boy. Goin down that road feelin' bad, Lord, goin' down that road feelin' bad. Lord, I'm goin' if I never come back. Lord, 1'm goin' if I never come back. Lord, I'm goin' if I never come back, And I'm not gonna be treated thisa way. Way down in jail on my knees. Way down in jail on my knees. Way down in jail on my knees. Haven't eatin' nothin' but corn bread and peas. Lord, I donIt have but one old rusty dime. Lord, I've not got but one old rusty dime. Lord, I've not got but one old rusty dime, And I'm goin' to keep it all the time. Goin' down that road feelin' bad. Goin' down that road feelin' bad, And I'm not goinna be treated thisa way. Lord, I'm Lord, I'm Lord, I'm Lord, I'm 6oin' where they got a new suit of clothes. SHORTNm' mEAD- ~ Six at the foot; Six at the head. That makes twelve little niggers lyin' in bed. Mammy's little baby loves Shortnin' bread. Mammy's little baby loves. Shortnin' bread. Slipped in the kitchen Slipped off the lid. Mammy slipped somethin' aside a' MJ'. headl Mammy's little baby loves Shortnin' bread. Mammy's little baby loves Shortnin' bread You been a git~in' her, And I been a tryin'. You been a gettin' her all this time j corn: DOl")) THE ROAD FEELIN' BAD goin I to Californie. goin' to Californie. goin' where them chilly winds don't blow. goin' to Californie. Mammy's little baby loves Shor-tntn ' bread Mam~'s little baby love Shortnin bread. Come lay beside me. Come sleep on the dry me. Stand back pretty Don't you come beside me. Mammy's little baby loves Shortnin' bread Mammy's little baby loves Shortnin' bread. BARBARA ALLEN - l~ Over in the hollow When the yellow leaves were fallen. Sweet William was taken si.ck For the love of Barbrie Allen They buried Sweet William In the old church yard. They buried Barbrie Allen by his side. And out of her grave there sprang a red rose. Andout of his a briar. The rambled round and grew ~ ? To the top of the old church tower Till they could grow no higher. GOIN' DOlIN TOWN Gain' down town Gain down town Gain down Lynchburg town To carry ~ tobacco dosm , Doctor had a gog, blind as he could be. He ran a nigger up a tree. That dog caul surelY must have seed. Gain down town Gain' down town. Gain' down LYnchburg town To carry my tobacco down. Nigger stole a pumpkin ~ it down to town. n Every time I see that nigger, He's rollin'. that pumpkin 'round Goin' down town. Goin' down town. Goin' down Lynchburg town. To carry my tobacco down. Once I bad an old coon dog, And I wished I had him back. He run tham big hogs over the fence, And led them through the crack. Goin' down town. Gain' down town. Gain down Lynchburg town, To carry my tobacco down. Nigger stole a pumpkin Tookit down to town. Every time I see that nigger, He's rollin' that pumpkin 'round. Gain' down town. Goin' down town. Gain down Lunchburg town. To carry my tobacco down Here, rattler, here. Here, rattler, here. Callin' 01' rattler 'round the barn. Here, rattler, here. BOIL THEM CABBAGE DOWN Boil them cabbage down. Bake a hoe cake round. The only song I could sing Is boil them cabbage down. Boil them cabbage down. Bake a hoe cake round. The only song I could sing Is boil them cabbage down. GRANNY WILL YOUR DOO BITE - ~ Instrumental OLD 97 (WRECK OF THE) KNOXVILLE GIRL The little girl of Knoxville town, A town we know so well. He picked a stick up off the ground, And knocked that fair girl down. . <ffllPI"I;E REEK-- OUp-e--.~ /~ Instrumental ~.~ He was goin t down the grade a making ninety miles an hour When the whistle began to scream. He was found in the wreck With his hand on the throttle. He was Scalded to death by the steam. PISTOL PA(KINr MAMMA Instrumental TENNESEE WALTZ - ~ I introduced him to my loved one On the night they were playin' The beautiful Tennesee Waltz. Introduced him to my loved one One the night they were playiln' My friend stole mY sweetheart from me. KEl'lTUCKY WALTZ Instrumental HellO, friends and neighbors. Come and join us and thePrince Albert show. Tune up your old five string banjo. Tune up your Fiddle, resin and your bow. Roll back the rug on the floor. Light up your old cob pipe. Everyone i s gonna have some Fun at the Grand Ole Opr~tonight. ... ~ jF'! Ill. /. Go the~ go then you Knoxville Girl BIG ROCK CANDY Mom~TAm I'm goin' back to big Rock Candy Mountain, Where frogs have rubber teeth, And the hens lay soft boiled e~gs. DOG'S GOT THE WHOOPlll GOUGH Dog's got the whoopin cough. ~at's got the measles. Dog's got the whoopin cough, Gat's go the measles. Doggone a man, Let a woman be his boss. ARKANSAS TRAVl'..A.ER Instrumental PRISONER'S SONG Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight, my darlin'. Oh, please meet me all alone. Oh I wish I had someone to love me Oh, I wish I had someone to call my own. Oh, I wish I had wings like an angel. I would fly from this old prison bar. Oh, I wish I had someone to love me. Oh, I wish I had someone to call my own. Oh, I wish I had someone to love me. Oh, I wish I had someone to call my own the whoopin ' cough. the measles. the whoopin cough', the measles. Dog's got Cat's got Dog's got Gat's got Doggone a man, Let a woman be his boss. ').0 Love somebody, yes Love somebody, yes Love somebody, yes And I hope they'll Love somebody, yes Love somebody, yes Have to leave, yes Have to leave, yes Have to leave, yes Oh, someone to say Love somebody, yes Love somebody, yes I do. I do. I do. learn to love me, too. I do. I do. I do. I do. I do. good night. I do, I do. FLY ih'l.OUND MY PRETTY LIL' MISS .Fly around my hLueeeyed miss. Fly. around my honey. Fly around my blue-eyed miss. You know I've got a honey. Up and down the river sidej Up and down the road. Up and down the river side so ever lOne will know. Love somebody, yes myLord jug Never saw a river queen Pu.rty FIJ around my pretty lil' miss Fly around my daisy. Fly around my pretty lil' miss. She almost drive me crazy SHORT LITTLE LULU Lulu sleeps in Lulu's bed. Little by little I was Love little Lulu , yes, I d~, And I hope little Lulu love me , too Two for a nickle and three for a dime. Hold little Lulu by sun up time. Good bye., Susie Anna .......... .? fH. Around and round Old Joe Clark Around and round I say. Around and round Old Joe Clark Walk and talk, Old Joe Clark Walk and talk I say . Walk and talk, Old Joe Clark. Walk and talk I say. Walk and talk, Old Joe Clark. Yaknow11mgoinI away. Good bye, Susie Anna .....".." .." .." " " " OLD GRANNY HARE Old Granny Hare .. Sittin '. . .. " .... " . . " " ... "" Old Granny Hare """""".". .. ... .. """ """"" OLD JOE CLARK You know I'm goin 1 away. Old Joe .. " Stumbled in the creek " " " " ." " " . """""." . """"""""" " " 11- " " " INSTRUHENTALS "Soldier I s Joy" "John Henry" "Cacklin I Hen", "Cripple Creek" "May I Sleep in the Barn Tonight, Mister?" "Up Jumped the Devil" "Arkansas Traveler" " My heart is sad, and I am lonely; Yearnin , for the one I love. For I know I never shall see him, Till we meet in heaven above. So bury me beneath the willow; Beneath that weepin' willow tree. When he knows where I am sleeping, Then perhaps he'll weep for me. Tomorrow while their waiting gave up, But God only knows where he may be. He's gone to see his other sweetheart, And He cares no more for me. So bury me beneath the willow: Beneath that weepin' willow tree. When he knows where I am sleeping, Then perhaps he'll weep for me. BARBRIE ALLEN It fell about the month of May; When all things were a bloomin'. Sweet William came from 'lest Country And courted Barbrie Allen. He sent his servant through the town; To the place where she was stayin'. 'Haste and come, !/!!If: my master's sick For the love of Barbrie Allen.' Slowly, slowly she got up. Slowly she drew nigh him. All she said when she got there. 'Young man, I think you're dyin'.' 'Oh, yes, I'm sick and very sick; Death is on me dwellin'. No better, no better I never will be, If I can It have Barbrie AllenP 'Oh, yes, you're sick and very sick; Death is on you dwellin'. No better, no better you will never be, For you can 't have Barbrie Allen. Don't you remember in yonder town, When we were in the tavern? You gave a toast to the ladies all around And slighted Barbrie Allen.' BURY ME BENEATH THE WIU,OIl 'Oh, yes, I remember in yonder town When we were at thetavern. I gave a toast to the ladies all around But my heart to Barbrie Allen. I As she was on t h e highway home, She heard the death bell tollin'. And every toll did seen to say, 'Hard hearted Barbrie AllenJ' Oh, mother, mother, make my bed; Make it long and narrow. Sweet William died for me today, And I will die~sorrow. Sweet William was buried in the old church yard, And she was buried ~igh him. On William's grave there grew red roses; On Barbrie's I~tl] '! a green briar. ROSEWOOD CASKET There's a little rosewood casket _In Sitting on a po ::'308 stand. ~ There's a oackage of love letters Written by my true love's hand. Go and bring them to me, sister. Let me read them o'er and o'er. Till I fall asleep in Jesus; -Fall asleep to wake no more. I saw a man last Sunday Riding by a lady's side. And I thought I heard him tell her, 'She could never be his bride.' I see him comin' up the pathway. Mother meet him at the door. +I. _r I Tellhim~ forgive him ~"J If he'll court that girl no more. There's a little rosewood casket I~ Sitting on a Fe!!IICCd stand. ~ There's a package of love letters Written by my true love's hand. NAOMIE WISE Now come all you young people and listen While I tell/about a maid they call Naomie Wise. She was fair and handsome; She was loved by everyone. In Randolf County now her body lies. They say she had a lover; John Lewis was his name. Each evening he~would have her by his side. Into the ~ he threw her ~ Below the old mill dam. And sweet Naomie's smile Was seen no more. Next day they found her body a floatin r down the stream. ~..P ~ People for miles around did mourn. ~ They brought him back again But could not prove that~he had caused ~ ,her to die. They say that on his death bed John Lewis did confess. He said that he had killed Naomie Wise. So now they know her spirit still lingers 'round the p la c e . To save S61llC fella" from some ~ ~ r villian's lies. 0 I j LONDffi CITY (~~) In London City where I did dwell; A butcher boy I loved so well He courted me my life away, And now with me he will not stay. There is a strange house in the town He goes right in; he sits right down. He takes another on his knee; He tells her things he told to me. I have to grieve, I'll tell you why. Because she has more gold than I. Her gold will melt and silver fly; In time of need, she'll be poor as I. Oh, mother, mother, make my bed; Put a marble stone at my head, And on my lie9P4; a snow white dove To show the world I died for love. ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY On top of old smokey All sovered xUfi' snow. }4v I lost my true lover 6t(From)courtin' too slow. A courtin r is pleasure And parting is grief. ~:,RLJ vv -. And a false hearted lover Is worse that a thief They'll hug you, they'll kiss you. Like a shed apple flOt,er come to lie at my feet; She1s.my pale wildwood flower So tender and sweet. She will dance, she will sing and my heart she will sway. Till my heart not my thoughts she has stolin' away. CShe will dance, she will sing and my heart she will sway. Till my heart not my thoughts she has ) stolin' away They'll tell you . . lies. ~ ~ ~ cross ties on a railroad or stars in the sky. I'm a gain 1 .to Georgie; I'll write you my mind. My mind is to marry And leave you behind. WRECK OF THE OLD 97 They give him his orders at Munro, Virginia Sayin' Dick your're away behind time. ~ '.P-Ju He waS scalded to death by the steam Ladies you must take warning From this time now and on. Never speak hard words to your true love and husband. He may leave.you and never return. It is not 38, but it's old 97. You must put her in(Ginderj on time. ? He was goin' down the grade makiri' 90 miles an hour When his whistle began to scream. He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle, WILDvlOOD FLO'.vER She was waiting for me in a vine covered bower, And her eyes were like violets after a shower. " (},.n.~ It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a ,worried song. I'm worried now, but I won't be WDITied long. The train' I ride is sixteen coaches long. Oh, the train I ride is sixteen coaches long, And the girl I lave is on the train and gone. SHCRT LIFE AND TROUBLE (1 Short life and trouble. A few more words then part Oe ' ~ short life and trouble dear girl. A boy with a broken heart. You know just what you promised. It's been sometime ago Promised you would marry me Standin' in your Mama's door. But now you've broke that promise; Go marry w,homever you may. This ole world/)so bi"g and",wide I'll ramble back some day. 'J>.a' Short life and trouble A few more words then part ~ short life and trouble dear girl. A boy with a broken heart. J GROUND HOO Shoulder up gun, and I'll call up my dog. Shoulder up gun, and I'll call up my dog. Goin' to the woods to catch a big ground hog, Ground hog. Catch a ground hog and tan its hide. Catch a ground hog and tan its hide. Makes the ,best shoe strings ever was tied, Gr-oung hog. Put 'em in my shoos, and I wore 'em today. Put 'em in my shoes and I wore 'em today. They got so slick I throwed them away, Ground hog. Here come Sal with a sn~da grin. Here comes Sal with a snicker and a grin. Ground hog grease allover her chin , Ground hog. WORRlED soso Come--here, Sal, bring a forty-foot pole. Come here, Sal, bring a forty-foot pole Twist the ground hog out of his-hole, Ground hog. ~/~ Meat's in the cupboard, betl!!Q's in the chair. Meat's in the cupboard, ~ s in the chair. If that ain't ground hog, I'll be durn, Ground hog. FRANKIE AND JOHNNIE Frankie and Johnnie were sweethearts. Lordy, how they did lovel Swore to be true to each other, Just as true as the stars above. He was her man, but he done her wrong. Frankie went down to the bar room, Just for-a bucket of beer. Said to the fat bar-tender, "Has my lovin' man been here? He is my man, but he's doin' me wrong. "I ain't a gonna tell you no stories. I ain't a gonna tell you no lies. I saw your man 'bout an hour ago r-'.akin' love with Nellie Bly. He was your man, but he's doin' you wrong.'" Frankie took out her kimona; Took out a big forty-four. ~ooty-toot-toot s h e s h o t Right through that hard wood door. He was her man, But he done her wrong. J Good Bye, Little Bonny Blue Eyes Good bye, little Bonny Bl~e Eyes. Good bye, little Bonny Blue Eyes. I'll see you again, But the Lord knows when. Don't cry, little Bonny Blues.Eyel;1. ~on't cry, little Bonny Blue Eyes.) I~m goin' to the West this fall. (2) I'm goin' to the West where the times are best. I'm goin' to the West this fall'. )1 Just lay your hand in mine. Just lay your hand in mine. If you love me like I love you, Just lay your hand in mine. Good bye little Bonny Blue eyes. Good bye little Bonny Blue eyes. I'll see you again, But the Lord knows when. Don't cry little Bonny, don't cry. SOMEBODY LOVES YOU Somebody loves you, darling. Somebody loves you I know. SOmebody loves you, darling. Why did you let them go? 'Somebody called for mamma. Mamm went out to see. She came back a cryin'. Somebody's asked for me. Somebody called for papa. Papa went' out to see. Re came back'a laughin'. Glad to get rid of me There's goin' to be a weddin'. It's goin' to be in the fall. Boys and girls be ready. I'm gonna invite you all. CARELESS LOVE Love, oh love, oh careless love. Love, oh love, oh careless love. Love, oh love, oh careless love. To love someone that don't love me. When my apron was tied in a bow. When my apron was tied in a bow. When my apron was tied in a bow. You was always hangin , around my door. Now my apron strings won't bend. Now my apron strings won't bend. Now my apron strings won't bend. You pass my door and never look in. .. Love, oh love, oh careless love. Love, oh love, oh oareless love. Love, oh love, oh careless love. L ~, ' .. LTo love someone that don't love me:)
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