#blind tricks

If you want to ride the Bismarck, want to go out to sea

If you want to pilot a Mustang, get the MBE

Gonna bring it home to my woman, hope she’ll be pleased

She’s got a knock in her knees, but she walks with a regular ease

Gonna roll on yonder, cast my ballot, bounce a check, in a little while.

If you want to be a fifer, on number 49

You fife in Alabama, or on the Mason-Dixon Line

Try to move to GI, German CO says, “Nein, nein, nein.”

Instead get on the furlough, get married in two weeks’ time

Gonna roll on yonder, don’t get kilt, call up Martillus, in a little while.

If you want to get to Richmond, got to go through Lee

If he wants to get to Washington, got to go through me

Sherman’s in Atlanta, humming, “Number 43.”

Dixie’s waiting at the station, waiting on Ulysses

Roll on yonder, loaf of hard-tack, avocadoes, in a little while.

If you want to write a treatise, you can meet me in Versailles

Meet me halfway up along them walking ties

You want to make my acquaintance, look me in the E.Y.Eyes

Build you up like Sixtus the fifth whenever you arrive

Roll on yonder, buckwheat cake, cornbread and molasses, in a little while.

I got a young goyle, in Chautauqua, too

She’s a tight-haired woman and I don’t know what to do

She gives me soap and water and a sad sack of shoes

Told me to keep clean, washing out my Yankee blues