Don't Get Weary
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Nashville full of big hotels,
Chattanooga full of saloons
Knoxville full of republicans
And Memphis loves the Blues
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Wish I had a sugar rump,
Sugar by the pound
Great big bowl to stir it in
Pretty gal to hand it around
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Big bee sucks the blossom,
Little bee makes the honey
Poor man picks cotton and corn,
Rich man see the money
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
Daddy had a big ole gal;
He brought her from the South
Hair so curly on her head,
She could not shut her mouth
Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't get weary, I'm coming from the ball
People on the corner
Watching us go by
Could not see us very long,
Cos Bobtail, he could fly
No te canses
No te canses, no te canses niños
No te canses, vengo del baile
Nashville llena de grandes hoteles,
Chattanooga llena de cantinas
Knoxville llena de republicanos
Y Memphis ama el Blues
No te canses, no te canses niños
No te canses, vengo del baile
Ojalá tuviera un trasero dulce,
Azúcar por libra
Un gran tazón para revolverlo
Una linda chica para repartirlo
No te canses, no te canses niños
No te canses, vengo del baile
La abeja grande chupa la flor,
La abeja pequeña hace la miel
El pobre recoge algodón y maíz,
El rico ve el dinero
No te canses, no te canses niños
No te canses, vengo del baile
Papá tenía una gran chica;
La trajo del Sur
El cabello tan rizado en su cabeza,
Que no podía cerrar la boca
No te canses, no te canses niños
No te canses, vengo del baile
La gente en la esquina
Mirándonos pasar
No podían vernos por mucho tiempo,
Porque Bobtail, él podía volar
Escrita por: Uncle Dave Macon