Cat. #0664 (MFH #14) - As sung by Dona ?, Fayetteville, Arkansas on July 29, 1968
VERSE 1
Far an' far away
Down in Arkansas
There lived a squatter
With a stubborn jaw
His nose was ruby red
An' his whiskers gray
N' he would set an' fiddle
All th night an' all th day
Came a traveler down th valley
Asked if he could find a bed
Yes, try th road
Th kindly squatter said
Then, could you point
Me out th way
To a tavern or an inn
Quite a little piece I reckon
Tho' I never been