Louis Armstrong - Yellow Dog Blues lyrics

E'er since Miss Susan Johnson lost her Jockey, Lee There has been much excitement, more to be You can hear her moaning night and morn Wonder where my easy rider's gone? Cable grams come of sympathy Telegrams go of inquiry Letters come from down in, 'Bam' And everywhere that Uncle Sam Has even a rural delivery All day the phone rings but it's not for me At last good tidings fill our hearts with glee This message comes from Tennessee Dear Sue, your easy rider struck this burg today On a south-bound rattler side door Pullman car Seen him here an' he was on the hog Spoken the smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him Easy rider's gotta stay away So he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far He's gone where the southern cross' the Yellow Dog I know the Yellow Dog district like a book Indeed I know the route that rider took Ev'ry cross tie, bayou, burg and bog Way down where the southern cross' the Dog Money don't zactly grow on trees On cotton stalks it grows with ease No race horse, race track, no grand stand Is like old beck and buckshot land Down where the southern cross' the Dog Every kitchen there is a cabaret Down there the Boll Weevil works while the darkies play This Yellow Dog blues the live long day Dear Sue, your easy rider struck this burg today On a south-bound rattler side door Pullman car Seen him here an' he was on the hog Spoken the smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him Easy rider's gotta stay away So he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far He's gone where the southern cross' the Yellow Dog