Walkie in the Parlor
Well, first they made the Earth,
Then they made the sky,
Then they made the little clouds
And hung 'em up there to dry
And then they made the Moon above,
Made the Sun to shine,
Then they made the little stars
From pretty babies' eyes.
cho: Walkie in the parlor, boys,
Walkie in I say
Walkie in the parlor, boys,
And hear the banjo play.
Walkie in the parlor, boys,
And hear the banjo ring
And watch my honey's fingers
As she picks upon the strings.
Well, next they made the possum
And then they made the quail,
And then they made the old raccoon
With a ring around his tail.
Then they made Mr. Elephant
So big and large and stout,
But you know that he was not satisfied
Until he got his snout.
Then they made old Adam
Laid him out on the ground
And they gave him a dose of laudanum
Just to make him sleep so sound.
Then they took a couple of ribs
All from old Adam's side
And they made him a nice young Irish girl
For to be his loving bride.
Rcorded by Art Thieme, The Older I Get..
WH, AT
APR99
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!