Hopalong Peter
A goofy song I learned from the New Lost City Ramblers who learned it from a 1920's recording by Fisher Hendley (and his Aristocratic Pigs).
I put one line in bold and italics... because it is one of my favorite lyrics anywhere.
Old Uncle Peter, he got tight
Started up to heaven one stormy night
The road being rough and him not well
He lost, his way and he went to...
Hopalong Peter where you goin'?
Hopalong Peter where you goin'?
Hopalong Peter won't you bear in mind
I ain't comin' back 'til the gooseberry time
Old mother Hubbard and her dog were Dutch
A bow-legged rooster and he hobbled on a crutch
The hen chewed tobacco and the duck drank wine
The goose played the fiddle on the pumpkin vine
Hopalong Peter where you goin'?
Hopalong Peter where you goin'?
Hopalong Peter won't you bear in mind
I ain't comin' back 'til the gooseberry time
Down in the barn yard
playin' seven up
The old tomcat and the little yellow pup
The old mother Hubbard she's a pickin' out the fleas
The rooster in the cream jar up to his knees
Hopalong Peter where you goin'?
Hopalong Peter where you goin'?
Hopalong Peter won't you bear in mind
I ain't comin' back 'til the gooseberry time
I've got a sweet gal in this old town
If she weighs an ounce she weighs seven hundred pounds
Every time my sweet gal turns once around
The heels of her shoe makes a hole in the ground
Hopalong Peter where you goin'?
Hopalong Peter where you goin'?
Hopalong Peter won't you bear in mind
I ain't comin' back 'til the gooseberry time