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Song Name: Little Brown Jug By: Joseph Winner
Posted By: chibluesteve Difficulty: Beginner
Key: C Genre: Folk
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2006-09-04 21:09:55 Modified: 2008-01-17 23:01:51
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Song: 6   5  6   6    6   -5  -6 -6
Me and my wife live all alone
-6 -6 -7 -7 -7  -6  -7  7   -8   8
In a little log hut we call our own;
 5    6    6   6 -5  -6  -6
She loves gin and I love rum,
 -7  -7   -7  -7 -7 -8  7   7 
And don't we have a lot of fun!
 
Chorus:
6   6   6   -6  -6  -6 
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
-7  -7  -7   -6    -7   7  -8   8
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
6   6   6   -6  -6  -6
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
-7  -7  -7   -6    -7   7  -8   8
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!

  6  5  6  6   6  -5 -6   -6
When I go toiling on the farm
-6 -6  -7  -7 -7  -6  -7  7 -8  8
I take the little jug under my arm;
  5    6  6 6  6 -5 -6  -6
Place it under a shady tree,
 -7 -7  -7    -7   -7  -8   7  7
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me.

(Chorus)

’Tis you that makes me friends and foes,
’Tis you that makes me wear old clothes;
But, seeing you're so near my nose,
Tip her up and down she goes.

(Chorus)

If all the folks in Adam's race
Were gathered together in one place,
I'd let them go without a tear
Before I'd part from you, my dear.

(Chorus)

If I'd a cow that gave such milk,
I'd dress her in the finest silk;
Feed her up on oats and hay,
And milk her twenty times a day.

(Chorus)

I bought a cow from Farmer Jones,
And she was nothing but skin and bones;
I fed her up as fine as silk,
She jumped the fence and strained her milk.

(Chorus)

And when I die don't bury me at all,
Just pickle my bones in alcohol;
Put a bottle o' booze at my head and feet
And then I know that I will keep.

(Chorus)

The rose is red, my nose is too,
The violet's blue and so are you;
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
We'd better take another drop.

(Chorus)

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