Baccy Song by Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers Lyrics
INTRO (WAYNE)
We travel a lot and we make a lot of friends, And recently we had an old friend
Who died at ninety-seven; His name was Uncle Lo Simmons
Here's a song dedicated to Uncle Lo called, "The Baccy Song."
The Baccy Song Wayne Chaulk. 1987
A few years ago when the times were rough
Worked like a devil and you had to be tough
Worked in the garden and you worked in the woods
And you worked on the windy waves
Poor Sam Drover worked for two long years
Chopping down logs he was strong as a bear
When he got his money and he paid his bills
He was fourteen cents in the hole; said:
(CHORUS)
Don't mind the missus with the hole in her shoes
Don't mind the cold with me fingers turning blue
Don't mind the pantry when there's nar bit of grub
But it's hellish when you got no baccy!
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face
Chuckle in his eye and his heart start to race
Mustered up his courage and stoked up his pipe
And told him just where to stick it; said:
Don't mind the missus with the hole in her shoes
Don't mind the cold with me fingers turning blue
Don't mind the pantry when there's nar bit of grub
But it's hellish when you got no baccy!
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face
Chuckle in his eye and his heart start to race
Mustered up his courage and stoked up his pipe
And told him just where to stick it; said:
There was poor Aunt Martha had thirteen kids
Only John and Harry they were born in the bed!
All of the others got dropped on the way
From the kitchen out to the clothesline!
Don't mind the missus with the hole in her shoes
Don't mind the cold with me fingers turning blue
Don't mind the pantry when there's nar bit of grub
But it's hellish when you got no baccy!
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face
Chuckle in his eye and his heart start to race
Mustered up his courage and stoked up his pipe
And told him just where to stick it; said:
So don't try to tell me you got hard, hard times
A dollar ain't a dollar and a dime ain't a dime!
Paying out a fortune just to lose ten pounds
And you're eating five meals a day! Said:
Don't mind the missus with the hole in her shoes
Don't mind the cold with me fingers turning blue
Don't mind the pantry when there's nar bit of grub
But it's hellish when you got no baccy!
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face
Chuckle in his eye and his heart start to race
Mustered up his courage and stoked up his pipe
And told him just where to stick it; said:
We travel a lot and we make a lot of friends, And recently we had an old friend
Who died at ninety-seven; His name was Uncle Lo Simmons
Here's a song dedicated to Uncle Lo called, "The Baccy Song."
The Baccy Song Wayne Chaulk. 1987
A few years ago when the times were rough
Worked like a devil and you had to be tough
Worked in the garden and you worked in the woods
And you worked on the windy waves
Poor Sam Drover worked for two long years
Chopping down logs he was strong as a bear
When he got his money and he paid his bills
He was fourteen cents in the hole; said:
(CHORUS)
Don't mind the missus with the hole in her shoes
Don't mind the cold with me fingers turning blue
Don't mind the pantry when there's nar bit of grub
But it's hellish when you got no baccy!
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face
Chuckle in his eye and his heart start to race
Mustered up his courage and stoked up his pipe
And told him just where to stick it; said:
Don't mind the missus with the hole in her shoes
Don't mind the cold with me fingers turning blue
Don't mind the pantry when there's nar bit of grub
But it's hellish when you got no baccy!
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face
Chuckle in his eye and his heart start to race
Mustered up his courage and stoked up his pipe
And told him just where to stick it; said:
There was poor Aunt Martha had thirteen kids
Only John and Harry they were born in the bed!
All of the others got dropped on the way
From the kitchen out to the clothesline!
Don't mind the missus with the hole in her shoes
Don't mind the cold with me fingers turning blue
Don't mind the pantry when there's nar bit of grub
But it's hellish when you got no baccy!
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face
Chuckle in his eye and his heart start to race
Mustered up his courage and stoked up his pipe
And told him just where to stick it; said:
So don't try to tell me you got hard, hard times
A dollar ain't a dollar and a dime ain't a dime!
Paying out a fortune just to lose ten pounds
And you're eating five meals a day! Said:
Don't mind the missus with the hole in her shoes
Don't mind the cold with me fingers turning blue
Don't mind the pantry when there's nar bit of grub
But it's hellish when you got no baccy!
He walked up to the merchant with a grin on his face
Chuckle in his eye and his heart start to race
Mustered up his courage and stoked up his pipe
And told him just where to stick it; said: