Cat. #1030 (MFH #175) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on October 28, 1969
VERSE 1
How come that blood on your shirt sleeve
Son come tell it to me
It is th blood of my ole gray horse
Plowed th corn for me, me, me
That plowed th corn fer me
VERSE 2
How come that blood on your shirt sleeve
Son come tell it to me
H'it is th blood of my little yeller dog
That follered after me, me, me
That follered after me
VERSE 3
Its to pale for th little yeller dog
Son come tell it to me
It is the blood of my little yeller horse
That rode beside of me, me, me
That rode beside of me
VERSE 4
H'its' to pale for your little yeller horse
Son come tell it to me
It is the blood of my Brother
That rode beside of me, me, me
That rode beside of me
VERSE 5
What did you an' your Brother fall out about
Son come tell it to me
Fell out about a little sprout
That might a made a tree, tree, tree
That might a made a tree
VERSE 6
O, what will you do when your Father come home
Son come tell it to me
I'll step on board on yonders ship
An' sail across th sea, sea, sea
Sail across th sea