American Old Time Song Lyrics: 33 Down In The Con Fiel
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 33
DOWN IN THE CO'N FIEL'.
By Will S. Hays.
I see de black smoke rollin' high,
'Way down yonder in de corn-field;
Dat boat am comin' by and by,
'Way down yonder In de corn-field;
I hear dem engines belchin' steam;
She's a-comin' whoopin' up de stream;
She's gettin' warm when de whistles scream,
'Way down -onder in de corn-field-Den
Chorus.
Hanna wake me airly in de morn,
I'm a-gwine down yonder to de shuckin' ob de corn;
I'll nebber come home till I bear de dinner-horn
From 'way down yonder In de corn-field.
I hoe de corn to de end of the row,
'Way down yonder in de corn-field;
When you get to the fence den lay down your hoe,
'Way down yonder in de corn-field;
Get on de fence an' you'll see her come;
Dem big wheels fillin' de ribber wid foam;
It's de Baton Rouge, an' she's gwine home,
'Way down yonder in de corn-field-Den-Chorus.
Dem Anchor Line boats am fast an' fine,
'Way down yonder in de corn-field;
But Bixby's boat am de boss ob de line,
'Way down yonder in de cornfield;
Look at de smoke and de steam she make;
Catch all de fast boats-gib 'em de shake;
No use talkin', for she calls for de cake,
''Way down yonder in de corn field Den --Chorus