Cat. #0947 (MFH #663) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on February 9, 1970
VERSE 1
On Christmas, nineteen an' twenty-five
Went to Timbo to be in style
I didn't know I'se goin' to a show
Someone run out'a th door
VERSE 2
Had just got in the yard
Someone threw a bucket of lard
Threw it right, through th house
Hit Colly Dotson right in th mouth
VERSE 3
Austin Gamble, with his pistol drew
Said, Clarence Clark I'm gonna shoot you
He hadn't no more than give command
Till Clarence walked up an' took it out'a his hand
VERSE 4
Ulis Clark, with a slender arm
Reched an' got a smoothin' iron
Thew it his level best
Hit Colly Dotson right in th breast
VERSE 5
Doc Maxey with a hammer drew
He says, Tish Cotson I'm gonna kill you
Tish said, I don't have to stand
He walked right up an' took it out'a his hand
VERSE 6
Sis Boyd was a mighty fine woman
She says, Horace Powell, you are a goner
Horace said, I don't give a damn
He turned up his jug an' took another dram
VERSE 7
Now I've sung, all I know
All I saw at th show
Now I'm in a hurry
I'll sing you th rest, th eighth of January
VERSE 8
Now, th eight of January has passed
Th trial is over, th little brown jug we have no more
The Judge upon his throne
Threw out th case an' sent them all home
Ollie said, this really happened in a store in Timbo in 1925.