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Tobacco Union 
Tobacco Union 
Come old and young and hear me tell 
How strong tobacco smokes and smells, Who love to smoke their pipes so well That for tobacco they would sell 
Their rights of social union. 
They always scent the atmosphere 
And you may know when they are near, But not a word you will hear, Their breath grows stronger every year. 
In this tobacco union. 
Ofttimes the fume and smoke will rise 
Like morning mist toward the skies, And woe to them that has weak eyes Unless he takes to his heels and flies 
From this tobacco union. 
Sometimes in church, in church you'll view 
Some persons there who sit and chew, And spits on carpets a few Until it spreads a foot or two, 
And sing of heavenly union. 
Sometimes the cood's so large within 
The juice runs out and stains the chin, And then I always have to grin To think there is no little sin 
In this tobacco union. 
The ladies they are sweet, 'tis true, 
But they have learned to use it, too; It would almost make a monkey laugh To see them sit upon the grass 
And talk of marriage union. 
Sometimes you'll see some five or six 
Out in the woods a-gathering sticks; The sticks are cut, the swabs are made, And in a group they now parade, 
And now for a slobbering union. 
And then the snufffiox is pulled out, 
And with their sticks they dip it out And rub their teeth inside and out And smear their faces all about, 
And talk of matrimony. 
From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph 
Collected from Maggie Moran, Ark. 1942 apr96