Strictly from memory:

Well a coon from Tennessee just as black as he could be And he never ever went to Sunday school. He went to church one day and he heard the preacher say I'm gonna live in the high way till I die Cause I find that livin' very high. Sticks and stones may break-a my bones You can talk about me when I'm dead and gone But I'm gonna live in the high way till I die.

I'm gonna start me a cemetery of my own If you all don't let my gal alone Gonna buy me a razor and strop the blade Gonna lay some son a gun (sic) in the shade I'm gonna start me a cemetery of my own.

You'll notice the violence threat is differently directed here!

Seems to me there should be an additional verse but I'm drawing a blank on it. The above starts with what I heard Charlie Poole singing on a 78, back in the 60s, and may have been altered a little over the years. Wish I still had the 78!

Have you tried this on rec.music.country.old-time?

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