I went down to Memphis, said I did not go to stay, I saw so many pretty girls, that I could not get away. 
Chorus: I’m a child to fight, I’m a child to fight, I’m a child to fight, my love, yes, I’m a child to fight. 
If I had a scolding wife, I’d sure to whip her some, Run my finger down her throat, gag her with my thumb. Chorus 
Hosea Clark’s the meanest man, that ever the good Lord made, Run them*workers to the South, farming the*field-handtrade. Chorus 
Old man, old man, your head’s a-getting gray, Come follow me ten thousand miles to hear my banjo play. Chorus 
Mosquito fly mighty high, flew right by my door, Hit my foot on that mosquito, said, "he won’t fly high no more." Chorus 
I wish I had a big frame house, eighteen stories high, Every story in that house was packed with cherry pie. Chorus 
I went down to Old Joe’s house, Old Joe he wasn’t at home, Eat all Old Joe’s meat and bread and give his dog the bone. Chorus 
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