Chorus Bile them cabbage down, down turn them hoe-cakes round, round The only song that I can sing is bile them cabbage down 
Took my gal to the blacksmith shop to have her mouth made small She turned around a time or two and swallowed shop and all 
Went up on the mountain gave my horn a blow Thought I heard my true love say yonder comes my beau 
Went to see my gal last night thought I’d do it sneakin’ Missed her mouth and hit her nose and the doggone thing was leakin’ 
Raccoon in a simmon tree possum on the ground Raccoon said, you son of a gun shake some simmons down 
Once I had an old gray mule his name was Simon Slick He’d roll his eyes and back his ears and how that mule would kick 
How that mule would kick he kicked with his dying breath He shoved his hind feet down his throat and kicked himself to death 
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