VERSE 1
Tammy was the only Negro running on a packet
Got lonesome in a barber shop, could'nt stand th racket
So, he, to amuse himself he steamed some wood and bent it
Soon he had a banjo, th first that was invented
VERSE 2
Now, thar is dat possum's tail that I is a singin'
Hair so long, so thick an' strong, jest right for banjo string'n
So, he shaved 'em off as close as washes in a draces
Soon he had 'em sorted out from little E's to bases
VERSE 3
Tuned 'er up, struck a jig, never mind th weather
Sounded like forty-leven bands a playin' all together
Th serpent hit, the painter yell, what makes all the fussin'
Where you find th banjo, there's Negro's an' th possum
VARIANT:
1056 Why the Possum's Tail Are Bare
OTHER COLLECTIONS:
Randolph: II-253 The Banjo Song
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