LA Women Love Unce Bud

LA Women Love Uncle Bud
Sung by Boozoo Chavis

Eighteen, nineteen, twenty years ago
Uncle Bud beat the shit outta Cotton-Eyed Joe
Uncle Bud!

Some people say Uncle Bud is dead;
It's a goddamn lie, he's sick in bed
Uncle Bud!

Uncle Bud got a daughter, her name is (Roan?)
(?) like her father, make an old man moan,
Uncle Bud!

Uncle Bud got cotton ain't never been picked,
Uncle Bud got corn ain't never been shucked,
Uncle Bud got a daughter ain't never been fucked,
Uncle Bud!

Down in Louisiana where the grass grow green,
They got more bitches than you ever seen,
Uncle Bud!

Uncle Bud got this, Uncle Bud got that,
Uncle Bud got a pecker like a baseball bat,
Uncle Bud!

Big fish, little fish, (climbin'?) up the water,
Some sonovabitch done fucked my daughter,
Uncle Bud!

(Jimmy?) come and knock with a pack on his back,
He bring more cock than he can pack,
Uncle Bud!

Some people say (his penis?) ain't right,
Done made him sick,
It's a goddamn lie,
Them Louisiana ho's
(That run his crank?)
Uncle Bud!