Don’t Get Weary   Uncle Dave Macon         Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children   Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball       Nashville full of big hotels,   Chattanooga full of saloons   Knoxville full of republicans   And Memphis loves the Blues      Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children   Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball       Wish I had a sugar rump,   Sugar by the pound   Great big bowl to stir it in   Pretty gal to hand it around      Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children   Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball       Big bee sucks the blossom,   Little bee makes the honey   Poor man picks cotton and corn,   Rich man see the money      Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children   Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball       Daddy had a big ole gal;   He brought her from the South   Hair so curly on her head,   She could not shut her mouth      Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children   Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball       People on the corner   Watching us go by   Could not see us very long,   Cos Bobtail, he could fly