Yonder comes dat ole Joe Brown,
De bigges' liar in town;
He eats more meat dan any man's dog,
An' his belt won' reach aroun'.

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O, walky-talky Jenny an' a hubble for your trouble,
An' a walky-talky Jenny, I say;
O, walky-talky Jenny an' a hubble for your trouble,
I'm a nigger from de state of Alabam!
I went down de road de udder day, I did, I did, so I did. When I got down dere I seed an ole man settin' on de bank o' de road, an' I says, “Hey! ole man, what time is it?” He said, “'Bout one o'clock,” an' about dat time he knocked me down twice 'fore I could get up once. I said, “Ole man, I sho' would hate to pass yo' house 'bout twelve o'clock. If you eber do cross my path agin I'm gwine-a make you…”

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O, walky-talky Jenny an' a hubble for your trouble,
An' a walky-talky Jenny, I say;
O, walky-talky Jenny an' a hubble for your trouble,
I'm a nigger from de state of Alabam!
I went on down de road a little fudder, I did, I did, so I did. I got down dere an' I seed a great big fine house afire. Dat house sho' was a-burnin' up. I got up a little closer an' seed somebody settin' up on top o' dat air house. I got up a little closer an' seed it was ole Aunt Dinah. I says, “Ole gal, yo' sho' am in a mell of a hess. I wonder how yo' gwine to git down from dere.” I got up a little closer an' stuck a plank up to de side o' de house an' said, “Ole gal, yo' slide down dat air plank!” Here she come, a-slidin' down into my arms. When she got down dere, she made a face at me. I says, “Ole gal, what am de matter wid you?” She says, “I don' know, mister, dere musta been a little nail in dat air plank, mighta scratched me a little as I come down.” I says, “Ole gal, yo' de bigges' fool I eber did see. If you eber do cross my path agin, I'm gwine-a make you…”

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O, walky-talky Jenny an' a hubble for your trouble,
An' a walky-talky Jenny, I say;
O, walky-talky Jenny an' a hubble for your trouble,
I'm a nigger from de state of Alabam!
I went on down de road a little fudder, I did, I did, so I did. I went down in my corn patch to see how my field was a-growin'. I got down dere an' along come a punkin runnin' along, an' he picked up a calf in his mouth an' trotted off wid it. I went back to de house an' dere stood my baby in de door wid my wife in her arms. I stood dere a few minutes an' here come a little ole bark around de house a-doggin'. I put my pocket down in my hand, pulled out my tail an' cut his knife off. “Ole dog, if you eber do cross my path agin, I'm gwine-a make you…”

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O, walky-talky Jenny an' a hubble for your trouble,
An' a walky-talky Jenny, I say;
O, walky-talky Jenny an' a hubble for your trouble,
I'm a nigger from de state of Alabam!