If you want to get married I’ll tell you where to go
Go to the old man that lives down below
The old folks is gone and the girls all at home
They want to get married with their heads not combed
Children the children are crying for bread
Goin build on a fire just as high as your head
Then you rake in the ashes for to lie in the dough
And the name that you give ’em is dough boy dough
They called me in to supper and I thought I’d go eat
I went to the table for to carve on the meat
I had an old old knife and I had not a fork
I sawed about an hour and I never made a mark
I sawed another hour and I got ‘im in my plate
And the girl said young man I think you better wait
Young man young man you better run
For the old man’s a comin with his double barrel gun
The old man a grinnin as he come a walkin in
Patches on his britches and whiskers on his chin
He had an old hat that he wore the year around
But he had neither hat nor the brim nor the crown
I stood right there just as brave as a bear
And I wiggled my finger in the old man’s hair
He says young man I think you’re the best
Pull you up a chair boy and sit down and rest
If you want to get married I’ll tell you where to go
Go to the old man that lives down below
The old folks is gone and the girls all at home
They want to get married with their heads not combed