When I was young, I used to waitOn the boss and give him his plateAnd pass him the bottle when he got dryAnd brush away the blue tail flyJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careMy master's gone awayAnd When he would ride in the afternoonI'd follow after, with a hickory broomThe pony being rather shyWhen bitten by blue tail flyJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careMy master's gone awayOne day, he ride around the farmThe flies so numerous, they did swarmOne chanced to bite him on the thighThe devil take the blue tail flyJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careMy master's gone awayThe pony run, he jumped, he pitchHe threw my master in the ditchHe died and the jury wondered whyThe verdict was the blue tail flyJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careMy master's gone awayThey lay him under a 'simmon treeHis epitaph is there to see"Beneath this stone, I'm forced to lieVictim of the blue tail fly"Jimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careJimmy, crack corn and I don't careMy master's gone away