Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers - Baccy Song 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: