A                  E
When I was young I used to wait
              A
On master and hand him his plate
A7                       D
Pass him the bottle when he got dry
    E              A
And brush away the blue-tail fly

A                     E
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
                      A
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
A7                    D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
   E              A
My master's gone away

A                         E
When he would ride in the afternoon
                       A
I'd follow him with my hickory broom
    A7         D
The pony being rather shy
     E             A
When bitten by the blue-tail fly

A                     E
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
                      A
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
A7                    D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
   E              A
My master's gone away

A                E
One day he rode around the farm
                            A
Flies so numerous that they did swarm
A7                      D
One chanced to bite him on the thigh
    E              A
The devil take the blue-tail fly

A                     E
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
                      A
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
A7                    D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
   E              A
My master's gone away

Well the pony jumped, he start, he pitch
He threw my master in the ditch
He died and the jury wondered why
The verdict was the blue-tail fly

A                     E
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
                      A
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
A7                    D
Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care
   E              A
My master's gone away

Now he lies beneath the 'simmon tree
His epitaph is there to see
"Beneath this stone I'm forced to lie
The victim of the blue-tail fly"