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I have a dear old daddy
for whom I nightly pray,
He has a set of whiskers
that are always in the way.
Oh they’re always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on daddy’s shirt
They are always in the way

Farher has a strong back
now it is all caved in
He stepped upon the whiskers and walk up to his chin
Oh they’re always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on daddy’s shirt
They are always in the way

As I was a going on down the road
With a tired team and a heavy load
I packed my whip and believed it spoke
It says hei,hei
To the wagon tone
Turkey in the straw,turkey in the hay
Turkey in the straw,turkey in the hay
Roll them up
And twist them up and high take a hoe
And it hit them up a tune called turkey in the straw

I ‘ve come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
I’m going to Lousiana my true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left,the weather it was dry
The sun so hot,I froze to death,Suzanna don’t you cry
Oh!Suzanna,Oh don’t you cry for me
I ‘ve come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee

Oh, I went out to milk and I don’t know how
I milked a goat instead of a cow
A monkey
Sitting on a pile of straw
A winking his eye at his mother-in-law
Turkey in the straw,turkey in the hay
Turkey in the straw,turkey in the hay
Roll them up
And twist them up and high take a hoe
And it hit them up a tune called turkey in the straw

I ‘ve come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
I’m going to Lousiana my true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left,the weather it was dry
The sun so hot,I froze to death,Suzanna don’t you cry
Oh!Suzanna,Oh don’t you cry for me
I ‘ve come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee

Father has a daughter
Her name is Ella Mae
She climbs up father’s whiskers
And braids them all the way
Oh they’re always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on daddy’s shirt
They are always in the way

I have a dear old mother
She likes the whiskers too
She uses them for dusting and cleaning out the flute
Oh they’re always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on daddy’s shirt
They are always in the way